"I plan on it. This revolting, revolving tin can Reverie can't stop me." He'd bring back something. Samples, tech, the whole station if he had to. Failure wasn't acceptable.

He waved a hand dismissively. "Already took painkillers when I did the surgery, more won't help." They seemed to be wearing off fast, but there was a wooziness under that which meant the drugs were still in his system, they'd just given up on doing the useful part of their job. Up the dose, and risk more side effects. And admittedly, in the initial high of the painkillers he'd self-administered, he'd gone and done some things he shouldn't have. No one would ever hear that admission spoken aloud, though.

"Greedy station must've grabbed me right out from the middle of anesthesia. Wasn't sewn up all the way." He glared at one of the walls. "How does it do it? I was in my lab. Hard to get down there, harder to get out." Unless the Tenno lizards had dragged him. Maybe that was their fault too. But then how would he end up with new Grineer-made parts?