Her eyes cut to him as soon as he spoke, like this it was hard to see the wolf that he had been just a few nights earlier. He looked small, like he was waiting for some sort of punishment after what had happened, and Nebula remembered what that was like, to spend a life in fear of what new horror awaited her after she had done her best to live up to the impossible standards that had been laid out for her by Thanos.
It was not the same kind of situation she knew, but she recognized that sort of expression in him and the way he held himself.
"I was bitten by the wolf the night of the full moon," She told him as she approached him, sure that someone would have told him what had transpired that night. "He tore into my shoulder and damaged some circuitry."
Softening blows was not exactly her strength and so she simply told things as they were, He deserved to know what had happened and the extent of the damage that she had dealt with. "See here," She lifted a hand to the newly repaired shoulder, red where she had been patched up. "Tony helped me repair the damage the next day and it is as if it never happened."