She was a logical person, but something about him bothered her and he didn't know what it was. He thought of asking questions in return, but the policy of his handlers was that he was to listen and listen well and if there was permission, he could ask things. Otherwise, listen and answer any questions that were presented to him. Though, he had been in the cuffs for a long time, but it certainly wasn't because he thought they could hold him. He was in them because the last command he had been given on the train was to behave and be calm. He nodded his head a little at the idea she would vouch for him enough to try to convince someone to let him up.

So, there was no mission objective, he was tied down to a bed, he was speaking with someone who at least pretended familiarity with him and told him his name. This was exactly opposite to how missions were supposed to start, and it made him uncomfortable. "I have patience," he said simply, shifting to settle his bound arms to his thighs and seemingly to rest there. He would wait because she told him he had to, because they hadn't abused or tortured or interrogated him. Right now, patience was about all he had.