The door opens and the asset doesn't even bother to look. He knows the routine by now. He's done it a thousand times. He doesn't bother speaking, because they don't want him to speak. What could he tell them that they haven't found out with needles and wires by now? He isn't sure he remembers how.


He pushes himself up to sit on the edge of the bed, hands on either side of him and easily visible. And then he just... waits.