"Ahh, they'll heal up."

You make a living strapping yourself into a tank to get dropped out of a skyfurnace, you get cavalier about some of the occupational hazards.

Plus Alex has a shiny new set of marching orders back home, telling her it's time to trot off to get dropped out of a skyfurnace into an old familiar hellhole, and as such she wouldn't mind breaking a few heads herself.