Angela stood from her chair, feeling wobbly on her feet. She was exhausted. Maybe once they left with Talon, they'd both get the chance to sleep if they were even calm enough to. The doctor was certainly riddled with anxiety at this point. Thinking briefly on the trouble they'd have with the medical staff, Angela had a plan come to her quick enough. They were faking their deaths; so why not make it believable that they returned to combat in a wounded state? It would make it much more believable they they got caught by heavy ordinance.

"We march out of here looking determined. Like we're going back to combat. I could give some worried protesting to you going back out there as we head down the aisle out of the tent. Considering you seem to have a reputation of being a bit stubborn, there's no question that you'd want to be back out there as soon as you felt like you could walk." The doctor helped Fareeha to her feet, taking her hand, placing her other upon the Egyptian's shoulder. "I think that's our best bet. It would make it believable that we got KIA'd out there."

She looked into the Captain's eyes and gave her a tired smile. "We'll walk out of here looking tough, talk to Talon, duck away onto their transport, and hopefully be able to get some sleep. Put what energy and strength you have left into this facade... I have complete faith in you. And when we wake up later, I'll be sure to heal you right up, okay?"