Kaidan stays on his knees with his new friend the trash can for a moment, one hand bracing himself against the wall while he waits to see if getting to his feet unaided is going to be a thing that can happen. A soft, hoarse bark of a laugh escapes him, before he grimaces at the taste of bile and an evening's worth of high-class food and beverages still lingering in his mouth. "I wish," he says. "Passed up a lot because I was worried about this."