There was nothing in the way of memories to indicate what sort of weapon might be coming to join him in this small room, what kind of weapon had the ability to observe him. He suspected that his keepers were looking for new signs that he was damaged from the mission, that he might turn on them if their orders weren't crisp and clean and focused. He had been punished after all and then surgery and now he ached softly despite being able to ignore it for the most part.

His blue eyes moved to the door of his small room when it opened and a man stepped inside with him. He was suddenly far more alert than a moment before when the drugs still tugged at his mind and limbs. Now, he was awake and peering the distance between himself and that strange warm wash of familiarity that his mind told him had never happened before but his flesh knew. He relaxed across his shoulders at the idea that this was the weapon that would keep an eye on him, would make certain that he didn't bring himself harm in the coming healing time.

The smile was so different from those that were given to him, like it was really meant for his eyes. It managed to tug a shy tentative one from him before his eyes darted to where he knew there was a camera keeping an eye on him. He turned his face aside to hide the softened expression from the prying lens, but his eyes avidly followed every shift of muscle from the man by the door.

"I'm capable of standing here for hours," he said in his own defense, though perhaps that was the problem. He wasn't resting, wasn't settling the weight from his leg or easing his body to lay down and allow maximum advantage of his healing factor. "Are you... really staying?"