The grey furred man smiles, a little nervously.
'I thought that I was a coward, fearing death - but that elf can't even bear the sight of blood'. he gestures at Tali.
He turns, wincing as his movement tugs on his dressings.
'But for a bunch of...argh... passerby healers we'd have finished every last one'.
His eyes look hungry.
'Guess we still might - where there's life there's hope, eh?'