[ The face Nate makes is something he doesn't even bother to hide. He remembers the cubes, sure, but thinking about his simulated intestines is just as gross as if it really applied to the real world. Nate is suddenly grateful he spent most of his time conveniently dying to find out more about their captors. ]

...eh.

[ He gestures loosely toward his own abdomen, free hand falling into his lap. ]

It's... [ Not fine. He can't say that. ] I don't like doctors, but these guys would put Hippocrates to shame. They were more like butchers.