Green ichor was splattered on Carter's legs and forearms and he was grinning like a madman. That had been his best battle ever, he'd only gotten a little nicked and he'd crushed the opposition. He turned to McCoy, breathing hard. "I'm fine, don't worry about me!" he said gleefully. It took him a few moments to notice that McCoy had gotten off a little worst.

"Maybe you should look at yourself, though? I think that bug took a pretty big chunk out of you." The giddiness faded as he lowered his crowbar and looked around on the floor for his flashlight.