"Hey, aren't you the medic guy? We're leaving now. Yeah, I might have difficulty with the right ankle. Wrecked it permanently during Sarion a few months back. I can still move it, but can't sprint. Is that a problem?"

"No, I'm not the 'medic guy'," Aaron said jokingly, "I'm just a creepy Hissho who likes scanning people and asking probing questions." He laughed awkwardly for a minute at a joke that wasn't funny. "Ya...I'm the medic. I was mostly speaking to the assault team, since they might see combat. But if your ankle's been bothering you I can take a look at it when we get back. But I warn you that if isn't healed up by now it's probably something I won't be able to help with very much. I can't really do anything beyond small fractures and sometimes breaks, and I don't have many medical supplies for non-combat wounds...sorry if I sound like the grim reaper." He recalled the old human myth of a supernatural being coming to take people away after death.