His head doesn't move to track her footsteps, too caught up in his own panic and heavy breathing, almost hyperventilating, until she speaks again and he jolts, head jerking towards her but his eyes still don't focus.

And he bristles again, when she speaks, because a part of him can't help but be offended- she's already realised he's blind. And immediately that puts him at the disadvantage. And with John refusing to help him, it's- it's all--

Fuck.

The question, at least, gets a hollow chuckle, bitter and heavy. "No. No, b-but- not for lack of trying," he mutters, and carefully - groping for the robes, so he doesn't trip on them as he stands - he manages to push himself back to his feet. He's not all that tall (but still taller than Zam), but he carries himself like a prey animal, ready to bolt despite his ungainly outfit. "I, I don't know where we are. A-a-at all."