[his expression wrinkles in distaste at that, and he answers without even having to think too much about it.]

Don't take that stuff if you don't feel sick, who knows what's in it.

[han and his distrust of "hokey medicine", oops.]

I just thought--[he sighs, beginning to feel annoyed with himself at his lack of ability to confidently deal with this,]--I don't know. You were all warm and glassy-eyed and hangin' all over me like, uh, not that I mind that but it's kind of weird for you. And then you kept going on and on about how terrible life is back home so we should just stay here forever--which is not happening, all right?

[he's trying to be cool about it, like he feels he ought to be reassuring her, but the stress is evident in his voice.]