"Can you..." Never mind, he's getting up. Slowly, he sits up, wanting to get these stupid clothes off already. He hopes they'll come off this time, taking the device off first and throwing it to the ground to test. When it doesn't come back he whips his shirt off next, revealing a bruise starting just under his ribcage as well as a thousand other already developed cuts and bruises from crash-landing before he got here. "Help?" Him get undressed and help him talk about this with her, both, really.