He would try to answer any questions that she asked of him, though his memory was still hazy at best. While he didn't remember it explicitly, he had gone to be wiped before he had been frozen, had been bridling and chewing the bit a little too much to safely go on another mission. However, as it always was, the longer he was out of cryostasis, the more unstable his training was unless a handler had direct involvement with him, reinforcing behaviours and limiting the downtime for him. Here all he had was down time.

He nodded his head at the assurances that she would fill in blanks for him, aware that she was probably the only one who could and would. He narrowed his eyes though at her words, fists clenching at his sides. "Keep it as 'always', and I will be content to do nothing in a cage. If it's just 'try hard', I will only last so long before I go searching."

He walked placidly down the hallways, ignoring the agents that all had their guns out and tracking his movements. They weren't a threat to him, so he pushed them out of his awareness as he followed and when they arrived, he stepped into his new cage without complaint. He wandered the periphery of it and then seated himself on the edge of the bed, folding his hands in his lap. "Do you go on a lot of missions?"