"I think I'd prefer it if you took a load off," he admits, his gaze trailing to her, face wrinkling with concern. "But at least you're in one piece. That's more than I can say for me."

He holds back an additional comment, knowing how seriously she is taking this. For as worried as he is about her, she's probably just as worried about him. He's taken a lot of damage over the years, but getting up close and personal with a deathclaw is going right to the top of the list when it comes to the worst incidents.

"I think some wires are crossed with the main processor and battery," he answers. There's no time to be proud, and no sense in worrying her further by being stubborn. They have to trust one another. "I'm getting some error messages about conserving power. Probably doesn't help that my systems can't find my damn arm."