[He listens, the confusion in his expression solidifying into something too harsh to be called stoic. The whole debacle during that time had left a bad taste in his mouth, and he can't tell now if the boiling frustration in his gut is aimed at her or at the instructors. Maybe a little of both.]

If Dagger has a problem with me healing recruits, then he can take it up with Mothership. Otherwise.... [He shifts, crosses his arms, cants his weight back. It's a defensive posture, even if it's not necessarily in response to her.] What's done is done. It wouldn't be the first time someone threatened to take my head for something. I don't intend to let it change anything unless someone swings an axe at me.

[A pause. He considers how true the next thing he wants to say is, and opts to go for it anyway:]

I appreciate you telling me.