The negative feelings that blaze off of Sixshot when First Aid recounts his injuries aren't making him feel any calmer. Nor is the clinical way First Aid speaks about what Tarn did.

Things that normally wouldn't bother him, or might actually amuse him. But not here, now, in this place. He gives a full-body shudder.

He doesn't want to talk about First Aid being chief medical officer. He doesn't want to be here. He likes being near First Aid, but not here.

"I'm leaving," he says suddenly, and turns towards the door. Let Sixshot stay and comfort First Aid. He's probably better at it anyway.