"My circumstances are usually garbage," he jokes, feeling a little bit more like himself at this point. "I'm used to it."

"If you think you can help, I'll trust you." There's a hint of desperation there. He knows there's no reason to trust anyone, and there certainly wasn't reason to trust the Cetagandan doctors but he'd let them prod him for hours earlier, just needing to know what was happening inside his head. If he could figure that out, he could deal with the rest of this. "They won't let me handle their equipment, though... you might have better luck. I'm just a soldier."