The Soldier shrugs a little. The current bandages are on the flesh arm under two layers, and on one leg visible through a tear in the jeans they're wearing. "Could be worse. I heal very quickly." Not as quickly as they... should... it seems like. Without Crowley tossing healing at them every few minutes. But faster than Rosinante and the other regular humans, still. "Can you stand?" After two weeks of lying still, that's a valid question. Also: "Are you hungry? Two weeks of sleeping, and my stomach would be trying to wrap around my spine."