Mal closed his eyes, saying his own inwards prayers for the girls. He hadn't known them, at least not very well, but that didn't matter. There was someone, somewhere, who'd be missing them - whether it was here or back home - and life lost was never acceptable. He would have liked to have been there when they were buried, and cursed himself for falling victim to... whatever he'd fallen victim to. Whatever it was, he had a splitting headache about it. "Wuh tzai chien shr ee-ding ruh dao shuh-muh run luh bah," he muttered briefly before his eyes opened wide as he latched onto something else Jaime had said.
"The doc took my toes?" he said incredulously. He thought that he'd been clear about asking what it was that Simon had done to him, which is where that thought had come from. He could think of no reason the doctor would have for taking his toes off. "He best be planning to put them back on," he added, given Simon a wide-eyed and somewhat panicked stare.
Faith laughed a bit at Simon's awkwardness - he really was too cute for words. "Will do, Doc," she said, in reference to his statement that she could network him if she needed further assistance, which she doubted she would.
Really, she thought that she'd just head back up to her room and get a nice sleep in her own bed. She might stop by the kitchen first though.