First Aid controls his flinch, holding perfectly still as he listens to Chris move around the room. It's ironic; he once bragged to Jean about the acuteness of his hearing, even implied he could do surgery with his auditory sensors and touch alone. But now he feels almost completely helpless, unsure if he should even take the chance of reaching out to Chris when he might misjudge the distance and hit them instead. In the other room, Vika begins to slowly move around, still clicking away; Analog mewls, and her footsteps divert in his direction. Just to pet him, First Aid hopes; he's already been fed this morning...

It turns out that even if you have no tongue, hubris still has a bitter taste.

"...Here," he says quietly, holding out the bottle for Chris to take and put on a shelf somewhere before he lays down. "Be careful, please. You're scaring me."