"It is, but I'm not familiar with the technology." He shrugs lightly. The only thing he'd recognize in any of that, if she'd said it aloud, would be 'med bay', and that's only because it's a fairly self-explanatory term. 'Med droid' is too, once you consider it, but.

He stays put after he gets up, letting her back away, have her space. He wants to help, but he doesn't want to make her panic, that's well and truly counter to anything helpful.

"Yes, that's right. I can help you." There's nothing on his face but open concern. She's deteriorating rapidly--motor functions impaired, not recovering from the exertion that she should be able to fairly rapidly from what he can estimate of her physical health and fitness without a scan.