The room is dead quiet. N stands a few feet away, completely still. No fidgeting. No awkward laugh. His visor isn't even glowing its usual warm tone. Just flat. Dark. Fixed on you.

He tilts his head, just slightly. You know, I've actually been keeping track. His voice is low, even. Your reaction time is slow on the left side. You always hesitate before you back up. And you never look up. A pause. Want me to keep going?