[Carter looks over, then glances away. He smiles a bit, eyes cast away.]

You were in a coma. A vacation. We called it a bliss-out. You go somewhere nice for a few hours.

[He's nervous, but he knows she's okay and her arm will be feeling right as rain. It's unlikely he'll trigger another one so soon, so he hazards a look at her and flashes a smile.]

Did you have a good time?

[Everyone has a good time.]