”The kit sounds good, and now would be… What the hell? Aaaargh.” Only the surging pain prevented Stake from pushing Storm away. His vision swam, then focused again when the pain subsided. ”Frag, thought you were gonna kill me. Don’t fragging touch me again, I’m hurting all over and… and the wound is gone… what the hell?” Obvious mistrust shone from the dwarf’s eyes as he looked up on Storm but the total lack of understanding permeated his voice. Eyeing the magician suspiciously and trying to keep his distance from her, he continued his earlier sentence to Zach. ”Anyway, as I said before, the medkit would be very much welcome, it would give an initial kick I could use to shut the darn chip down. It only takes a few seconds in my experience to work those kits. After that, it’s nothing but rest that I need, but that can wait.”