Naomi stays crouched in front of Alex's chair, convinced that his arm is somehow miraculously healed but not wanting to move away as he explains. As he does, however... okay, this doesn't sound great. But it's not unheard of, either. She shifts her grip to his hands to give a squeeze, trying to get him to open his eyes again.

"You were hallucinating? Like when I first arrived. Maybe it's something that gets into the air vents from time to time...?"