[He does calm down, eventually, but it's after several minutes of rocking slightly on his heels as he clamps his hands against his ears even tighter.

And then, finally, he brings them together to the front of his face, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes, and drags them down to rest in his lap.

He doesn't look at her. But he does talk. It's muted, and directed to the floor, but at least it's something. The set of her shoulders dares her to say something about it.]

I don't know who you are. Okay? I've never seen you before. I don't think you're lying, but...

[He trails off, and draws up his legs, folding his hands over the knees.]

I don't know what's going on.