[He takes a step back and rests his weight against the wall, slowly shaking his head at her question - usually he'd deflect or flat out deny that anything is wrong, but there isn't a point in that anymore, not when he's feeling this bad.]

I'm- [He cuts himself off to take a long shaky breath, blinking as he tries to regain his focus. To concentrate on anything that isn't the sudden urge to sink to the floor and throw up.] I'm not. Something isn't right with me.

[Something is very wrong considering that he's actually admitting to it.]

I dunno what they did to me, but something isn't right. I keeps seeing things... hear 'em too. I don't think I can trust my senses right now.

[He shakes his head again.]

But that isn't what I meant to talk about. There is something I need you to do.