[That jars him to walk in on. He knows it's because there are horrible larvae growing in there, that it's going to cost Dylan his life even if there is a death toll here (which is the greatest benefit for having accepted a deal). But there is Dylan in such a familiar position and he's trying so hard not to think of it the way that he's thinking of it.

He cooly comes in and goes to get Dylan a glass of water- reflex, almost.]

I can't recall who T'Pol is, yet I know she was here. There are pictures on my desk of unfamiliar people, but I still recall them somehow. [He brings the glass over to Dylan, doing his best to keep his eyebrows from climbing.]