Jagger knew that it was too much to hope that this wouldn't be seen as a big deal. He knew better than that. Especially given that it wasn't just that he missed the phase when the rock was rolling towards him. He had actually passed out during a training simulation. There was no talking his way out of this one. It was made clear when Argus had told him to save the explantion for the doctor. He had a strong feeling that it wasn't the medical doctor.
"We don't need to shrink me, do we?" using the plural to try to have Argus more on his side. "It wasn't that bad." Why was he trying to talk his way out of this? This was the Regiment. Nothing that happened here was ever taken lightly. He was upright but he still found himself leaning against the wall.