He's still barely paying attention to her, and when he beelines for the shower, her alarm bells really start going off. Gentle isn't working, and all she can think is that maybe he's having some sort of breakdown, so though she feels terrible about it, she instinctively reverts to another tactic. This time, her voice is commanding, the tone she reserves for especially stubborn privates who insist on testing her, and she reaches for his arm again, pulling him back.

"Kamal, look at me."

Maybe two decades of military service will kick in and he'll actually listen this time.