"Can it wait, though? I'm faster than you think, I can be back in a minute or so," Miguel asked, having followed after Darcy as he went to sit down. He ran one hand through his hair, and then looked down at his friend. Darcy was right, he wasn't exactly thrilled, but he was more angry with himself than he was annoyed at Darcy. He was the bit-head who suggested it, he should have been paying more attention, he should have stopped what they were doing sooner, all sorts of things going round in his head.
"What the shock were you even doing down here, if your back's still this easily hurt?" he asked, suddenly wondering if Lyla and him could poke around in all the various different servers on the station to see if they could find anything that would help keep Darcy from snapping his spine in two any time he went for a walk or something like that.