Michael sweeps in and invites himself into the chair closest to the bed. He treats every room like he owns the place, but at least he's welcome here. There's a small, wrapped item in his hand that he places on the nearby end table as he takes a seat. He trusts Inej won't grab for it until invited.

"How are you recovering?"

It seems to be proving a rougher path for some than others. Inej is at least awake and responsive, which is more than he can say for the occupants of some other rooms he's passed by.