He almost seems to relax as it continues, or at least to come into his own. He's quiet, but he knows what he's doing. There's a distant grinding as the ship lifts off the dock, her landing gear folding back into place. The hum intensifies, and he pauses in his work to set the needle in the crook of his arm, slide it into his vein, and depress it with an ease that suggests he's done this many times before.