"It's getting there," Matt tells him after a moment's thought. He touches the bottle to his shoulder, to where one of the wounds Nobu inflicted on him is hidden under his shirt, absently. "I might actually manage to sit still for another couple of days before I go try to talk Banner into lifting the whole take it easy thing, but ... "

But if the shit hit the fan, now, at least he wouldn't worry too much about some random mook reopening his stitches and watching him bleed to death, even despite how he fared on the holodeck. If something really came up, he could and would push through it.