He smiles tiredly at Kaylee for a moment. "Aye, well, it may have helped," he admits. That's as much as he's willing to concede on that point - after all, he wasn't kidding when he said it was his job to fight, earlier. Besides, it appears Kaylee is going to give him a run for his money in the stubborn department, and he turns his full attention to that.

"I'm sitting," he points out in what he feels is a perfectly reasonable sort of tone. "And I'm no the one running around getting germs in a gunshot wound." One of the first things he learned about when he met the Doctor was germs, so now, of course, he feels like he's an expert in them.

"Look, at least ye should try and cover it again with something." He looks around, trying to see what they can use, then feels at his neck. Ah, it's still there. "Ye can use my neckerchief."