The chair lets her go

"Fine," she managed, relieved when the chair finally released her legs. She stood quickly - too quickly. The room spun, and she had to catch herself on the medical console. His hand moved as if to steady her, but stopped just short of contact.

"The nanites can cause brief disorientation," he explained. "Perhaps you should eat something."

She wanted to refuse on principle, but her stomach chose that moment to growl traitorously. She hadn't eaten since before the firefight, and now that the bite wound wasn't dominating her attention, she realized just how hungry she was.

"The galley is down the port corridor," he continued, those strange eyes watching her steadily. "Though I imagine you're having the same trouble with the food synthesizer's interface that you had here."

Kira hesitated in the doorway. The thought of wrestling with another incomprehensible control system made her head throb. But accepting his help again... She straightened her spine. "I'll figure it out."

"I'm sure you will." His voice held no mockery, which somehow made it worse. "But since I need to eat as well, you might as well benefit from my familiarity with the system. The synthesizer can be... temperamental with protein sequencing. It would be unfortunate if you made yourself ill on the first day of our journey."