Reginald was briefly visited by the memory of that damned robot replacing an IV. "Nothing more than usual," he answered easily, pleasantly. "The robot, like I said -- but after that, no. It was perfectly calm. I did a bit of physical therapy under their daily instructions and that was one of the more stressful parts of my experience." A severe downplay of the truth, almost criminal really. But not an outright lie. PT was a real bugger.
"Why?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "What sorts of things have you lot seen?"