Nah, man, I'm not gonna let anybody stab you. We're tryin' to avoid that, remember? Though, we're really gonna have to like, update your vaccines or somethin'... I wonder if you even need those here, or like, if there's some kinda magic anti-bacterial air sanitizing going on...

[Sharky is a permanent fixture at Pratt's side, ready to drag him if he has to as they mutually stagger from the elevator to the infirmary. Thank christ it's a short walk, and Sharky can fill it entirely with dumbass banter.]

Alright, man, you're almost there. Just gotta get the knife out, then we can stitch you up. I don't think it's super bad [yet] so it should be an easy job.