He's not quite sure what to say to that. Undoubtedly something about scars not always being visible, or even physical. His impression of this world is slowly building itself into something coherent--they've broken time, science, and mortality itself, but at least now that he knows that he can begin to understand.

He doesn't move away from Watson's touch, grateful on some level to have additional evidence of her physical presence. Talking to a darkened hallway and her voice is not most people's definition of reassuring.

"I don't suppose your medical expertise have given you any insights into how our illustrious captors have accomplished any of this."