[He really does mean that. But some of the tension in his muscles goes out when Carter doesn't push or start to launch into an argument, which he was fully expecting.

It takes him a second to realize that he's not chastising him--at least, not yet.]

That's--that's good, I didn't think there would be any lasting effects, or maybe your treatment plan is just that great...

[The world's weakest joke. But he's feeling far more coherent now than he'd been minutes ago. It's just that a few things are coming back to him in fits and spurts, and he remembers...he moves slightly, a stab of pain working its way up his side, as he looks down at his bandaged hand.]

...she got me pretty good, didn't she?