"Not today." Though there's a trace of sarcasm, Cameron's tone is gentle; a far cry from her earlier greeting. If he remembers it; disoriented and deep in shock as he was. Rising, she leans her forearms lightly on the side of the bed for a moment, scanning readouts and monitors, a better gauge of his condition than asking him how he feels.

She does bend to check his pupils, once the blind blinking passes-- all business with pursed lips and a faintly creased brow, as though there was nothing between them. Neither fondness nor anger; though she softens a little as she straightens, offering a little smile of reassurance.

"Do you remember what happened?"