"Ye should prob'ly go to sickbay, aye?" He'll move himself and Harold when she does, just in case she changes her mind about him, but it's clear that her suffering bothers him a bit.

Still, he has something to do at the moment. And he goes back to working on the tricorder, back case off, moving wires around. "And I'm usin' this to put out interference t' cover our biosigns from internal sensors." He flips it back over, eyes narrowed in concentration, and starts tapping at the interface on it. "Unless they figured it out."