Tim watches the Yeerkball go flying, almost with a sense of relief. He wouldn't do it--not now, but he doesn't want the thing anywhere near him, either. Not after what he almost did.

He looks down at Leela with a very small smile. Neither of them had wanted things to go down this way, but they had, and now they're going to have to try to work through the consequences.

He offers her a hand to help her to her feet. "C'mon. There are hurt people who need help."