His eyes tracked each one of her movements. The rest of his body may have been taking it's time to react properly, to function like it use to--like his old one use to because this wasn't the same body was it? But his gaze was sharp nonetheless. A trapped animal ready to strike with all the strength he had left in him if it meant giving himself the smallest chance to get away.

"No."

It just felt wrong but that wasn't something she would understand or anything she needed to know really.

The young man slowly shifted himself in an attempt to sit up again, managing this time to get his hands on stable parts of the tube to aid in the process all while keeping his gaze fixed on the woman.

"Where's Voltron?" Keith. Lance. Pidge. Hunk. Everyone. Where were they? How was he here?

Shiro.