"You're making me blush," he said. "I'm not sure if this much giddy is good for the healing."
He smiled and looked down.
"Yeah. Seems a little...pointless to try. But..." he let go of a crutch and thumped down on the ground with the knee of his good leg with a soft grunt.
"Call me a sentimental...I really liked this shuttle," he said handling the wreckage. "Don't think she'll ever forgive me, but if I could get her back into some form she might consider a truce. Doesn't seem right leaving her like this."