[Oh. Oh, that is far too familiar for him to believe what Haine is saying - despite the weeks in Marina and knowing full well that things aren't as easily diagnosed here as they were back home, his thoughts are instantly drawn to that all too familiar behavior.
Dr. Bryar. His mom. Countless others. That dark echo at the back of his head that's brimming with the wrong kind of sickening potential.
He tenses up for a brief moment before forcing himself to relax, fall into a more professional mindset. It's cool, he's done this plenty of times before and there's no immediate threat here. Just... take it nice and slow. ]
Who are you talking to..? [Softly, without pointing out that it's just the two of them at the table.]