Diarmuid obediently took a seat. Some of the bravado left him, he was just grateful to be sitting. He let himself slump forward and held his head in his hands while the Belter went to grab something. “I do” he managed between gritted teeth as a another pang of pain went through him. He should have known better than to head butt. “Much like yourself I’d say Belter-is that the term...you people use?” he could afford to be polite now that she was actually helping him.