Dorin doesn't seem to know what to say. He tenses and silently knots his fingers together and only smiles when Jack's attempt to lighten the mood reminds him that he should. "You could say that," he acknowledges before adding quickly, "It was all for the best!" He pushes his smile to broaden, just to ensure the other man catches it, before he allows himself to look away. Back to the monitors. Though it takes him a moment to actually register anything that's happening there.

Then he jolts, immediately brought back from his tangle of thoughts as one of their peers takes a blow from a robot that knocks them clear off their feet. And it doesn't get much better from there. It's a much more pressing matter than the past. He frowns and looks back at Jack. "I think...they might need you in a minute," he says, "Can I do anything to assist?" He isn't like Jack; he can't just heal anytime anywhere with just his will and no supplies. But it only seems right to ask.