[He waited her out when it came to her hand; either way, someone was going to have to have a look at it, and it may as well be him. When she slapped it down, he grabbed her wrist and brought it into better light where he began to wipe and dab at the dirt and blood there, cleaning up her knuckles.]

Seems like you should have something to live for or else you'd already have put yourself back in a pod. You must have some skills aside from fighting you can put to use to better the situation, yeah?