Just before he could reply to her what was on his hands, he felt the tap on his thigh. Everything focused ahead and out the window as he stare directly over at the area that was ahead of them. People we slipping in alright, more than he had anticipated. Watching the scanning device fly over to her hand, he sighed as he placed his hands on her shoulders while placing his chin on the top of her head. The sheer concentration of his face for the moment started to change as his eyes seemed to gloss over, almost as if they were unfocused.

However, that was the opposite of what was happening. He was taking in every detail about the people that he saw, his vision seemingly enhanced for the moment. The strain that he was enduring for the moment, however, was causing his hands to clasp down a bit on her involuntarily. Everything around him grew quiet as he the details etched themselves into his mind. They wouldn't need the database, as he would remember each of these people.

Without giving her much warning, his hands moved off of her shoulders, as he softly pushed the chair just a bit over, so he could stand at the window to look down at them, yet he wasn't actually looking down at them anymore. His back was to the window, as he slid down the wall to where his head was just below the window, while having opened it just a tiny bit. The sheer amount of strain that seemed to be tearing through his body seemed to be worth it to him at the moment.

His nose had started to slightly bleed just a little bit, but now his eyes were closed. His breath seemed to be getting more and more strained, as his chest continued to slowly rise and fall at irregular times. "I can hear them..." He whispered in a such a pained voice that it sounded like he needed help to even speak.