"I'm not done yelling at you," Matt quips as he tries not to lean forward or backwards too much when he moves to stand. He hates being so dependent, especially on Frank. He might not be acting like the most grateful, indebted person on this ship right now, but he's aware that Frank's being patient with him as he grapples with his injuries and the new environment. And he appreciates it even though he isn't saying as much.

"Don't suppose you've figured out the Ubereats app," he mutters, turning his wrist with the communicator over. It's as big of an olive branch as Frank is going to get right now.