He probably wasn't wrong about going to the medical bay, but Lynne shook her head. "Noah, all I have is that dress," she reminded him, frowning. "And I'm not trying to struggle back into it all ripped to shreds. It's really pretty, but it took a little work getting my fat ass into it in the first place," she added, a little jokingly, trying to lighten the mood slightly. "Can we just, I don't know, clean up, wrap this one," she nodded down at the deep cut on her hip, still lazily oozing blood, "and just...go to bed? And go there in the morning? They've probably got worse to worry about than cuts and scrapes," she added, purposefully neglecting to mention the knot in her shoulder to keep him from feeling worse.
"Unless you think you should go," she added, quickly, remembering the cut on his forehead almost all of a sudden again. "For that," she added, gesturing. "That's worse than I've got."