Yeah, what, first aid so you can go combat train more? Because that’s what that sounds like.

[She’s so unfazed by it that he wonders again if he’s seriously misinterpreting. Maybe the magic translation is messing up. Maybe her words mean something different on Jupiter than they do here. But it explains enough about her demeanor that he believes he’s right.]

Your people are fucked up. [He plants his hands on his hips, knowing that there’s nothing he can do now about whatever travesty her childhood was.] Are you okay?

[He’s serious - and honestly concerned - with that last question.]