He's lying on the floor, all the better to tighten a wiggly leg on one of the infirmary beds, and Barrow looks up when he hears his name. His smile to Astrid is cheerful, if a bit manically so, and he doesn't race to get up (too much work) when just talking to her from the floor is an option.

"What can I do for you?" he asks with a grunt as he tightens a bolt.