[The delay in his answer wasn't a good sign. Jennifer frowned as she helped Lloyd sit down once in the medbay, quickly washing her hands and snapping on some gloves before going through the medical supplies they had, looking for something to clean the wound out.

However, she paused at that last sentence.]

I'm glad to hear the others are okay, but... you said asleep? How could someone sleep during an attack? [She then turns back toward him, dabbing something from a bottle onto a cloth.] This might sting, by the way- I'm going to clean out that cut before I stitch it.