Farvis opened his eyes to see the doctor standing over him.  "Trying to give me Last Rights, Doctor?" he said.  "I'm not Catholic and I'm not dead yet.  Thank you for the healing, though."  He felt the would on his head repair itself.  "Gotta love medigel."  When he sat up he grabbed a syringe of stem cells from his kit and laid them on a glowing section the cellular programmer he carried them in.  "Still a bit of a concussion.  Mind if I use a few stem cells to fix any neural damage?"  Without waiting for a reply he told the machine to set program them to mimic human neurons, then injected them into himself.  Pulling the needle out, he looked around.  "So, I was out for a bit so I've got a few questions.  One, who rescued me?  I need to thank them.  Two, does anyone know which way I need to go to get to the medical bay, as we obviously need to set up quickly?  And three, WHO THE HELL THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO SET OFF AN EXPLOSION IN THE AIRLOCK?  I ALMOST DIED!"  He shouted the last bit, hoping that whoever that idiot was would realize how stupid they were for doing it.  What were they thinking?  Explosions in close proximity to others in an enclosed space?