[Narvin looks to the ruined city. It reminds him uncomfortably of the bombed out monuments during the civil war. When Agent K mentions his clothes, he runs a hand self-consciously over his dusty tunic. He agreed that fitting in was important, but he wished that didn't mean looking so rough and uncivilized.]

You were injured during the first assault. [It's not really a question, and Narvin looks to Kay's arm remembering the movement that had provoked a wince.] And I don't imagine there's a state-of-the-art hospital anywhere around here. Nor does the alien ship appear to have been thoughtful enough to provide us with a doctor.