Sherlock makes an aggravated noise and drops the subject. Masculine pride as framed through the lens of civic responsibility is a truly aggravating thing, he thinks without a grain of irony.

Scott Summers has been experimented upon. That's... a bad thing? He tries to remember to assess things within a framework of sympathetic value judgments, arriving on this being a bad and potentially traumatizing thing and the situation requiring him to say something sensitive. Those are the worst situations. He makes a face and decides to offer sympathy the only way he knows how: by trying to solve the problem. "Is there still visual feedback?" he asks as he stands on the tram platform. "True blindness isn't blackness per se, it's -- blindness -- what I'm asking is, can you still see your eyelids or whatever's blocking them? If your optic nerve is still giving your brain some sort of feedback, you may not be permanently blinded."