As relieved as Greg was to hear Wash coming to again, he couldn't muster more than a tired grin. "Welcome back, Wash." It would never make sense, to him, how people could still have the energy to move after all that--or even the desire to move, even without energy. Greg just too deeply respected the value of some good R&R. "Rest a while, buddy, you earned it. Saved our bacon back there.

"But really, guys, I don't need a weapon or whatever. They don't even work right on those things, do they?" Backup plans were all well and good, but it would be better to make sure they actually worked. Either way, Greg was still having trouble wrapping his head around the idea of fighting at all; even after all the time he'd been here, he'd done a pretty good job denying the necessity until today.

Greg considered waving off Leonard's administrations, but the doctor was too quick darting from one patient to the next for him to do anything but rub the spot afterwards, slightly bewildered. "Oh. Uh, thanks. Man, the future's neat. No needles, no spit. I hope we invent one of those soon."