[ Carson waits. He's got patience in spades, particularly in a situation like this, where everyone is on edge at best and in hysterics at worst. He's lucky enough that Peter isn't putting up more of a fight. He's not gonna wreck it by being hasty.

Those bruises though. Yikes. Very gently, Carson moves along Peter's ribs, probing at each one to see if it's broken. It'll hurt like hell if he hits one that's cracked, but at least he can't feel any signs of internal bleeding. ]

Almost done. You should meet Colonel Sheppard and Doctor Weir. Helping people is their bread and butter, and maybe their whisky. You said we?

[ He's curious what kind of people inhabit the Andromeda Galaxy. The Ancients couldn't have seeded life everywhere. ]