Her perfectionism does mean he gets to enjoy quality time with her, so... Worth it, honestly.

He keeps out of her way as she gets to her feet, although obviously when it comes time for him to stand, he just... does it. He's not the one with a battered knee, after all.

"I could shoot you," he reasons, "But I'm certain that you'd wake up missing your kneecap entirely. Or some other bit of body-related horror would ensue. Plus, it would be deeply traumatic. Probably." He tilts his head, then straightens his hat. "You should let me carry you. It'll be faster."