He shrugged with indifference, aware that they would treat him however they were going to treat him, and he had little choice in the matter. It wasn't like people came into his room except to put food down and gently inquire about his state of health. The first week of meals had ended up in the toilet, his body not used to that kind of solid food. He made do now, but beyond meals, they left him alone. "I expect nothing," he clarified.

He paused in his probing at her words, his eyes lifting from inspection to stare at her. His eyebrows knit together before he inhaled sharply as hazy memories exploded a headache in his temples. He stayed on his feet, but his eyes went glassy and a sheen of sweat broke out on his skin as he hung his had a bit. She took a bullet for him... when was that? He hadn't been happy about. Was it because he could heal... no it was before he shrugged off injuries.

"...you..." he hissed and stepped away from her, shaking his head as if to rid it of an annoying sound. "You took a bullet for me...?"