[ Her anger catches him off-guard, and his surprise is written clearly on his face as he gapes at her. The moment passes, however, and his expression snaps back into something between annoyed and pissed. ]

Like hell I'm letting you stay here and migraine yourself to death.

[ When he grabs her hand -- the one currently not carrying a sniper rifle, thanks very much -- his grip is firm but not ungentle, and he starts marching back toward the Fast Travel. ]

We are going back to the ship, and you are gonna get some rest.