[Oh, of course she'd stop arguing. But at least she also let go of him at last. Medic somehow managed to get himself into an upright sitting position on the ground after struggling a little with his freshly retrieved arms. Setting his glasses straight again he normally would have gone back to glaring at the woman, but didn't particularly feel like doing so. Instead he went to picking at his wound and take a better look at it.]

You zhink zhis ist all just fun und play, richtig?