He barely spares a glance towards her, stepping to the side to let her work. There's small blessings in all this, being the mostly silent type before only makes it a lot less suspicious now when he's doing all he can to just keep his shit together.

Though silence is good, he has to admit that conversation probably would help keep him from floating away.

"Unlikely, but I wouldn't rule it out completely."

He breathes in slowly, feeling the wheezing sensation draw tight in his lungs, crackling with fluid and dead tissue. Normal, and yet not. The material of the gloves squeak a little as he flexes his fingers.

"Maybe we've been seeing them all along. Just... different."

Maybe they were converted and controlled by whatever the fuck's commandeering this vessel, he thinks. Why they were in the shapes and sounds of his early nightmares is anyone's best guess, but he doesn't have the mind-power to mull over the little details.