[He can tell that something's off, and he takes a step forward, eyes flickering over the wary expression, Jezebel's hunched, defensive posture. He knows this isn't all him, he can assume that something may have happened before, but he knows that he's partially to blame. His reaction is to reach out, but he stops himself, grabbing onto the bottom of his own shirt, instead.]


Doctor...Are you alright? Did something else happen?