There's a kid wandering through the sickbay, and Dylan thinks he'd seen him before, in sickbay during the busy hours after the casualties began being beamed up from the planet. When Dylan himself had first wound up here. He's seen him pass by a couple of times before, actually, but this time, the kid pauses as he walks past, and gives Dylan a wave.

"Hey."

Dylan smiles. He's observant, good at picking up subtle clues about people quickly. He has to be, to be able to make the sort of judgments he has to make on a daily basis back on his ship. And the kid is skittish, scared even, looking very small and alone.

He beckons the boy over.

"Come on over."