Cassian chuckled softly, "I'd really appreciate that." He shook his head as Martha moved closer and carefully began to undo the buttons on his shirt. It'd been a wise move for him to go grab a few things the night he arrived, although he'd been dead dog tired by the time he'd gotten back to his apartment.
He nodded, "I think that would all be wise." He moved to sit on the examination table, and pulled his shirt open. There were still a few bruises that marred his skin, along with a few cuts and scrapes that were nearly healed. The other scars he bore from his line of work peppered his skin, but Cassian knew the story behind each and every one of them.
"Not all the time, Doc." He shrugged his shirt off, wincing slightly at the pull from the movement against his stitches. "So how long have you been here?" He motioned upward, "Stuck in the dome I mean."