The unfamiliar sound of grudging praise relaxed a little of the tension in the Soldier's shoulders. He accepted the hand up, blinking a little in surprise at the sound of his name. "Sorry," he mumbled, getting to his feet again. At least the Medigun had soothed away most of the pain from his feet.

He wanted badly to remark on the way Soldier had said his name, and stared at him curiously for a moment more before concluding that maybe it was a bad idea to put the guy on the spot like that. "S'ere somethin' else I oughta be doin'? T'like -- I dunno, get higher up or somethin'?"

Does it always hurt like that? he wanted to ask, but he suspected maybe Soldier would like that question less.