"He's holding up okay, considering. Trying to look forward to having an arm with laser sights in it." She smiles sheepishly, munching on a cookie (which is quite delicious thank you!)

"How are YOU hanging in there?" she asks, reaching out to rub his shouldera a little, unconsciously examining his head a little closer as if worried she'll find a hole. "I know you were kind of a quiet mess yourself for a while."