He glances up at her again, trying to gauge her sincerity. It doesn't seem like she's faking him out, but he's not always a stunning judge of people's intentions.

He frowns a little and nods, apparently not as concerned about the scissors near his face as some people would be. "I didn't know who to call. If...uh. If it happened again, I'd-"

Well. Actually, he's not sure that Stephanie is the one he should call in that situation. Apparently she didn't hurt Collette, either. And yeah, he'd sat outside that hospital room for way too long to make sure no one was going to collar and study her, but now that he's been here a while, he knows that was never a possibility anyway. Except for the one time that it totally was.

He rubs his face. No, he doesn't know what he could have done in that situation. But he can ask, can't he? She's right here now, and no one else is around to overhear.

"Who would you want me to call?"