Honestly it's been a while since he's had to deal with someone so readily chatty, and it's a bit disarming. His eyes flick down to the hand, briefly, but instinct has him shaking it before he can even really register what he's doing.

Christ, who knew having his sight back would be so overwhelming on top of everything else. "Thank you, doctor. I should- I can admit that's probably in my best interest."

At the very least, it's a tricky play, saving someone from what could possibly be certain death just to get them to a secondary location. "So- w-where are we, exactly?" His tone is curious, but there's an air of exhaustion to it - the sort of question he's sick of having to wonder about.