Some part of him hoped Henry woke up. After his recent stunt with the chastity device, he almost deserved to wake up suspended by fish hooks, in the care of a madwoman, as far as Edward was concerned. Not that Edward thought her particularly mad, but Henry would.
"Why wait?" Edward looked at her. He maintained a calm exterior. Sure, he was nervous on the inside. He was a highly trained spy, not a robot. He'd been through hellacious scenarios, both staged and in real life. This was, for all intents and purposes, a controlled enviornment. He just hoped he wasn't giving Kakia too much credit, too much trust.