The man shakes his head, but doesn't quite look up just yet. "No, I-" Argh, why is he always like this when he goes into a panic? He's poor at communicating at the best of times, but this-? "You're fine."

When he finally wakes up though his long bangs, he almost looks older because of it. Yet he finally does lower both hands, resting his elbows on his knees as he glances from Connie, to the cot, and then to the wall across from him. It's- it's something.

"You alright?" He asks, because as much as his head and emotions are swimming... she seems panicked. It can't be because of him, right?