He relaxes, just a little, under the touch of her hand, slow and steady, and he takes a shuddering breath, eyes watching her warily as she speaks. They are off record again, off the routine, but with her hand there he's holding steady, keeping strong, and he takes another breath, trying to settle. Natalie--he has never met a Natalie before, so his belief that he knows her has to be wrong, then. That settles him too.

"Yes Ma'am," he replies, quiet and concentrating, trying to do what she wants from him despite the haunting slowness of the drugs that claw at his every reaction.