"And you're not hurt yourself at all?"

"Not compared to other people?"

"Oh, if you're even a little hurt you've got to get it seen. I know Panacea, that's why I'm here - what's your trouble?"

"It's a minor burn, I'm fine really there are other people who need Panacea more." People he hurt.

"Well, she's very quick, she'll have them fixed up in a jiffy and then she can get to you."

"I'm really okay, she should prioritize people who are actually hurt."

"What's your name? I'm Chelsea."

"Vallis." He's still in costome.

"Are you new, I don't know the name."

"I used to go by Tunnel Teen."

"Oh, well, the new name's an improvement."

"Yeah, it really is."

"Where'd you wind up getting burned?"

"Ankle."

"Oh, well, if you can't walk I can go get Panacea for you."

"I can but I'd really rather not waste her time with it."

"Oh, come on, you saved a bunch of people and need to be in good shape to go do it again next time."

"I'll be fine."

Ugh. She wanted the light touch but it's not working.

Come on, isn't he tired and run-down and anxious and - "If you're sure."

"Mm."

He is! And it's his own fault and he shouldn't make it Panacea's problem. 

Restless, trusting - "I'm not a doctor, of course, but if you've got that 'backlash' thing are you sure you're making good choices?"

"Oh, hrm..." That is a fair point and probably he should do something about the ankle. 

"And you think if I weren't I'd be getting treated by Panacea?"

"If your partner were here with her ankle like this, what would you tell her to do?"

Well, when it's put that way it is sort of obvious.

"Okay, yeah, I'd tell her to find Panacea like all the civilian victims - she's in the north wing, right?

"I can go get her!"