It's an ever so subtle change, in his stance, shifting his weight to his other foot, both elbows on the countertop now with his left hand curled around his right elbow and his shoulders hunched. The line of questioning is so far fairly harmless, but it does feel like a line of questioning. There is an oddly high number of people calling themselves 'agent' something or other around here.

"Before I came here I was helping a young lady who is... quite far along now. Suppose I was worried." His Adam's apple bobs in his throat as he keeps his gaze on the sink behind Malcolm. He heard what he heard. It's different to when he heard things during those hundred and thirty years he spent alone in the dark.

Different how, he doesn't know, and he doesn't want to justify. He's not crazy, he just. Has a moment or two, every now and again.