[Huh. That's very candid and he has always liked candid. A whole lot more than empty words and trying to put him at ease, at least. It's enough to shut Rodney up and stop his incessant whining and it's also enough to have him hold still. But he cranes his neck nervously, watching her inspect the wound.]

How bad is it? Is there any nerve damage? Do I need stitches?

[He so does not need stitches.]

Should have insisted on the other guy offering himself up, that's what you get for being heroic, I guess...

[And then he pauses again because while he complains and complains and complains on missions, it has actually numbed his team down to a point where they tend to ignore it. Justifiably so.]

Yes. Uh, I, yeah. Hypoglycaemia. And I was in that room for a while, so...

[She's right and he's miles away from an actual reaction, though. Not from the worries about having one, however.]