For a moment, the subject lay unresponsive, head lolled forward. Not so much as a twitch in reply. Iesha's smile melted away and her heart stuttered a little. If this subject had also sustained damage--

"I'm fine."

The two words fell from his mouth, sharp and meaningless. But relief flooded through Iesha's veins anyway, as sweet and intoxicating as champagne. If nothing else the subject could register, understand and respond to speech. And considering everything they'd done to him, that was quite an impressive success. Her mind flickered briefly to those still bodies, moved only by their useless breaths. Brain-dead. Terminated. A shudder shook her before she could suppress the image, jarring her professional facade with a short grimace.

"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..." he meandered, trying, she realized, to make conversation. "Yeah, I'm good."

Nodding, she added [i]desire--social; light-ind. h.a.[/i] to her notes. She thought little of the headache, but wasn't about to let even the smallest detail escape her. Iesha slipped the pen primly beneath the clip before organizing another smile. This one came more easily, fueled as it was by a heady cocktail of triumph and relief. 

"I'm glad to hear it. I am Dr. Watson." She extended a thickly-gloved hand: a simple test of coordination to start with, in the form of nothing more arduous than a handshake. After that, they could work their way up through the various functions, test his muscles, his reflexes--Iesha stopped herself. One thing at a time. Breathe. Smile. Focus on the subject. Act Natural. "Nice to meet you, Domenico."