Khan's able to not just remain standing, but hold a coherent conversation, for all that he looks like he's going to drop where he stands. The high of battle is wearing off, now, pain finally creeping - the augment hides it well, but there's tightening around his eyes that gives him away. His blood, his genes are feverishly fixing the damage, but it'll be a day or more before he's healed.

"My medical history is my own," he replies coolly, clasping his hands behind his back. He knows nothing about this Captain Picard, save that he's of Starfleet, and that is more than enough to damn him in Khan's eyes.