Pushing his left elbow into the mattress of the bed, Klaus sits up groggily, hisses a little as he leans back against the headboard and lets his eyes sink shut for a moment. Diego seems less than pleased to see him and Klaus sighs softly, instinctively tries to work out what Diego might be disappointed in him for this time. He's exhausted, his whole torso is aching and he can't take any painkillers because he's sober-ish, and Diego is asking him what happened as if he were a cop taking a statement.

Sighing deeply, Klaus tilts his head back and looks back up at the ceiling.

"Oh, nothing serious. Just a two week long robot war in a jungle, and I didn't have any grenades. The usual."