It wasn't like either of them could see in the dark. That wasn't a power that Moira's experimentation had granted him, which means that he stayed right where he was as his eyes adjusted quickly to the dark. Of course, having to stay that extra half minute left her plenty of opportunity to pelt unnecessary questions at him. Of course, she would. Angela never knew when to leave off after all.

"You tell me, Doc," he growled at her, but it was a rhetorical question. He wasn't looking for any kind of answer because he had come to the conclusion of what had happened to him. "If you wanted a hello, you should associate with better people and not thieves."

He could have asked, but where was the fun in that? Also, it meant letting her know that something was wrong and he kept himself at a distance from all of this potential conversations. Moira checked in and that was good enough usually.

"Go back to bed before you live to regret it." Or die regretting it.