Saturday noted his instinct to head towards the problem, and approves. She still has to take a moment to think over his offer; her own instinct, in this case, is to conserve energy and Jorg's good will - especially given the plans she has in the pipe - and just put the sufferers out of their misery before she leaves.

But this chummer is clearly not down for that, and she's not sure she can stand to just walk away, neither.

Ah, well. She's flown under the radar so far, no infractions, only Lubitsch's had any extended interactions and he's cool. It's probably an acceptable risk.

"No need for that, chummer. Just, fair warning, this probably ain't gonna end the way you like. I suck at field surgery, though, want me to watch for space crabs?"