"Point me to the next-worst, then? If you can tolerate another."

She frowns, noting his exhaustion. Even the vibrations of his frame, carrying up through her feet feel sluggish. Mikaela silently adjusts her mental note about how much pain he may have actually been in while she leaned inside his metal organs.

"I'd rather get as many of those fixed at once as I can, to keep your fluids where they belong."