Dom kept his eyes closed, and his head down. He was still groggy, and he had a mild headache behind his eyes from the light. It was best to stay in the dark for the moment.
But he was aware there was someone else in the room. 
The someone in question had just said, 'How are you feeling?'. [i]How am I feeling, how am I feeling...[/i]
After a moment of thinking the answer through, Dom replied with a curt, 'I'm fine.' And then, reconsidering his position, he decided to elaborate. No point in making enemies of the staff on the first day. No point having more people around who pushed him too far, angered him too much, triggered too many episodes. 
'The light hurt my eyes...so I got a headache, but it's not bad. I feel pretty tired, I guess, and I don't have a clue in hell about where I am, but all things considered...yeah, I'm good.'
It would probably be polite to look her- the staff was assuredly female, from the voice- in the eye, but Dom was feeling too woozy to be polite. 
And then it struck him. 
The last time he had even considered his manners had been...longer than he cared to remember. It wasn't that he was brought up badly, it was just, with everything going on he didn't care about politeness or what people thought of him. It was quite a surprise, and not wholly unpleasant, to think that his brain was thinking about being polite again. He wondered what had caused the change, but he didn't question the staff lady standing near him.