[ He raises his own cup in a small toast, and takes a sip of the coffee. His posture straightening a bit, as he started to feel some energy coming back to him. It was strong, and it was definitely what he needed right now. A content 'ah' leaving his mouth, as he pulled the cup away, and set it down on the night stand. ]

I am... well enough, I believe. [ He flexes an arm, a pop audible. ] My entire body is sore... and I am not sure if that is from the mission, or how long I have been asleep.

I could be concerned about how long I was gone, the extent of my injuries, how close I was to death's doorstep...

[ Then, with a chuckle, he looked up at Wash. ]

But really, I would just like to get back out there.