Miguel visibly relaxed as Sarah turned the lights down, and listened as she explained what she wanted to do. At first, he didn't want to let her near his eyes, both because she'd been the one to blind him in the first place and because he was too used to the people on the station who'd use all manner of dirty tricks to get advantages over everyone else. He'd been naturally distrusting of everyone that wasn't Lyla to start with, but the other station had really hammered that home.
But Sarah was offering to help him, and she really didn't seem like the sort of person to sneakily drip acid into his eyes. And if she was offering help just to be nice, he needed to accept it in the spirit it was intended. "I. I don't mind," he said after a moment, and reached up to rub at the back of his neck, at the small scar Loki had left. "Can Lyla be here? Please. She should have scans of my eyes, both retinal and of the internal structure, from before. In Nueva York."