Low: "All right."

Gaeta, for his part, makes his way to the couch. (Which at least has a pillow, but just the generic one that was on it when he moved in.) He sinks onto it like someone unseen has pressed him down by the shoulders, stays bowed like they're continuing to pin him in place. After wiping his eyes yet again, he rolls up his right pantsleg and starts to undo the straps of his prosthesis.