James slowly opened his eyes and sat up, noting with some surprise that someone had placed him back in his bunk on the ship. He also noticed that some of the vision in his left eye had returned, though it was hazy and indistinct. The left side of his face still blazed with pain. Groaning, he got up and went to the bathroom to check it in a mirror. Though it was indeed healing at an inhuman rate, his face was still a horrific mask, all puckered scar tissue and blistered flesh. His hair and beard on one side were of course, burnt to ashes. With a resigned grunt, he drew his boot knife and began to carefully shave the remaining hair down to stubble. Once he was finished, he glanced in the direction of the exit.
"Well, I guess I'll have to present myself at some point in the day. Might as well get it over with." He muttered to himself and went out into the clearing.