[Nahhh, Sharky's gonna laugh at that one because it was fucking great. He's also glad that it's Pratt here, not Rook, exclusively because Pratt can at least appreciate a bad pun. Rook just never fucking got 'em.]

Man. Some fucked up Cindarella shit right there. [He's just gonna hover annoyingly at Pratt's injured side, checking the wound as if he could see it getting infected in real-time.] We gotta make sure she ain't gonna stab you as soon as you hand it over. Figure out what happened so we can try and keep it from happenin' again. [Like troubleshooting where a gas leak is, only hopefully with less explosions!]

But first, we gotta get it outta you. [Which will be easy to do once they reach the infirmary, the elevator trip thankfully short from the passenger deck.]