"Hm?" The man seems to -- glitch for a moment. And Darling isn't sure if it's the dizziness or if something is happening.

(Did the man ever say his name? He can't remember.)

But he's concentrating on something, that much is clear. Whatever he's doing is making the parasite on his wrist squirm uncomfortably, and Darling holds very. Very still.

"I trust you," he says again, a little nervous but there.