His eyes, in this dim light, managed to pick up just enough to look red instead of their usual brown. Not unusual for him - something he's heard before, actually, but never something he was conscious of. And when she stood there in front of him, hand at his shoulder, he stopped, took a breath, and started to shake his head before he had to be honest and nodded. "Starting to. Probably just stress. Blood pressure. It happens."

The pain is part of the project, Mike, someone spoke in his memory, but he shoved it aside stubbornly. "Sorry. Like I said, flashbacks. Not my first tango with this kind of thing. Etcetera. And if that particularly loud thought hadn't been a giveaway, my name is Mike. Michael Knight."