Rawdon was getting more and more used to the technology on the station. Even with another 13 years back in his own time, as soon as he'd returned he'd remembered, even with the fever running through him and muddling up his head. He remembered Shepard's ship, too, and JARVIS, and he'd experienced Dr Morgan's AI technology while in hospital, too. Lyla wouldn't shock this regency man.
"Hello. Uh... just milk would be great," he answered, glancing over some of the equipment in the lab. Interesting. He smiled, and accepted the handshake. "Good to meet you, too. Rawdon Crawley, but I think you know that already," he chuckled softly. He took the offered seat and gave him a bit of a nod, not even sure how to explain without sounding nuts. Maybe nothing sounded nuts around here.
"Ah, yes... well, you know Bryn? She... this will sound odd, but she prayed to her gods, and one of them... he came to the medbay, and I don't really know how he did it, he said something about..." Rawdon frowned a little, the memory getting all muddled up again, and the flashes of Loki finding the stones rushing through his mind as if he had been there himself. It was unsettling.
"Erm..." he shook his head, tried to remember what he'd been saying. "He cured me, I don't know exactly how." That would do.