She bore the stitching stoically; they had a small supply of anaesthetic but it would have been stupid to use it for a job like this. This wasn't the first time she had needed stitched up, but due to her healing factor was lucky enough to boast few scars from her years on the station. Jackson was a good surgeon, his fingers quick and nimble, and though she knew he wasn't 'taking it easy' on her it was still a relatively bearable procedure.

She surveyed the ripped sleeve of her jumpsuit when he finished, frowning deeply. The likelihood of finding a similar garment any time soon was slim. "I'll need to barter some thread from you."