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?'