Brady: Ugh, genius move, Brady. You're a regular [Avatar]! Leg heals up just in time to get sent back here for another boneheaded injury...
Noire: Hee hee! Looks like we're neighbors again.
Brady: Am I a court jester? Do I amuse you? 'Cause I ain't laughing! What kind of idiot blocks a hit and pulls his groin while falling on his ass? You couldn't come up with a more pathetic injury if you tried!
Noire: Er, it's better than not blocking it at all, right?
Brady: Yeah, I guess... So what's got you back in the tent of shame? Anemia acting up again?
Noire: Mmm-hmm.
Brady: Tough break. ...Ugh, and then there's the boredom to add insult to injury. I want to get outta this two-bit tent. Hit the town, maybe.
Noire: Getting better has to come first, though.
Brady: Yeah. I know. I just wish there was more to do than sleep. I've done more than enough of that already.
Noire: I know how you feel... But what else would you do?
Brady: Hmm, that looks about right... Hurff!
Noire: Brady? What are you doing with that crate? It looks awfully heavy...
Brady: That's kinda the point. May as well use this time to build up a bit of muscle lifting weights.
Noire: B-But you're hurt! Shouldn't you be taking it easy?
Brady: My leg is hurt! No reason I can't work on the old cannons, though. Am I right? Here we go... One! Two! Th-Three... ...... FFFFFfffff!
Noire: Are you all right? Don't tell me you hurt your arms?!
Brady: G-Guess I should've started with a lighter crate... Hngh!
Noire: I told you you ought to take it easy! Wait right there. I'll go get help. Er, I mean, I guess I'll yell for help. Or...something. Hello? Is anyone there? Brady's hurt! ...Er, more so!

—Noire leaves—

Brady: All right, so I spoke too soon. There IS a more pathetic injury...