"Depends on what he's bitching about. There's not much he can do about the fact that we're 'flying around in the vacuum of space in a goddamn over-sized tin can,'" he says with a chuckle, briefly imitating his good friend's thicker Georgian accent. "But if he's complaining about how me or some other member of the crew's gotten ourselves hurt, there's no one I'd rather have patching me up."