She'd read his mind… not terribly surprising, they'd done that for each other before… but his mind had suddenly snapped to this other subject. (Could take him even out of the war pfassking ending.) Wide-eyed, he turned where he sat, to face her full-on; the hands between them still linked, his empty hand now also lifting to her. "You were burned bad enough to need the tank? How? Are you—" Well, stupid to ask are you okay when post-bacta of course she'd be, but… Here comes another stupid statement, because why and how would he? nonetheless: "I didn't know…"