A nod and a smirk preceded his response. "Agreed." Even if he disagreed, it wasn't as if he had a choice in the matter. He might be able to stand with assistance but that was a bit like being able to stomp down on the gas peddle while somebody else had the wheel. Sure, you were going somewhere but somebody else was dictating where that would be.
"Take me to the Alliance building. Lots of people are already there, and they all want answers." Even if there was a fair bit of pressure given that the number of people wanting to hear about what had happened, and more importantly hear the truth of it all, he didn't seem nervous. The only things he seemed to be feeling was fatigue and pain, which were quite likely just overpowering everything else.
The same surgeon which he'd kicked out of the room from before exclaimed in objection upon seeing him trying to leave. But one of the marines that had been standing outside the room followed in tow with the pair and deterred her or any of the infirmary staff from trying to intervene. This wasn't the time for bedrest.
