[That's odd. Luka frowns, he didn't really notice the forced obedience with his other patience so it's hard for him to place it.

Maybe some kind of side-effect of the parasite, maybe some hallucinogenic drug? Whatever it is, it's upsetting McDonald and he really can't have that.

He briefly shuffles around back into his field of vision, putting a hand on his shoulder.]

Okay. I know you're scared, I would be, too. But I'm here to help you and I promise you, I will.

Now, I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, alright? Can you trust me to do that?