"Yeah," he agrees instantly, not bothering to put up a fight when he knows he's in trouble. "The thing knocked me down hard at one point. Guessing a—"

Another pause -- no, don't redirect power. No wait, do. Do whatever needs to be done to keep his memories intact. Shit.

"— a, uh. Wire got clipped or something got knocked out of place."

He takes the seat she offers him, managing to get that undershirt off with only one hand. He's trying to stay calm for Rey's sake -- he knows good and well she's probably not as cool as she currently appears, all of her focus on keeping him running -- but he's starting to realize the gravity of his injuries with every warning his synthetic body gives him.