His lips were still moving, but no noise came from him as the near killing occured. Daniel felt himself rocking back and forth, just a few inches but the movement seemed to soothe him, his twitching subsided just as the yelling died down and the fight averted. His gaze dropped, watching the legs and feet of the woman standing near him, and walking past. He followed every bit of movement in the room, watching the light shine off the dogtags, the comm gear handed over, the confrontations. His hands clasped tot eh side of his head, his left still holding the pistol, as he tried to block out the noises they all were making. He was still rocking back and forth, his breathing was becoming rapid and shallow. His heartbeat was so loud, so very loud, it was all he could hear in his ears. He clasped his hands tighter over his ears. He was shaking his head slowly. His lips were moving, but no sound came out. His eyes screwed shut tight, his body tensed up, every bit of his gaunt frame seeming to tighten up.<br/><br/>And suddenly, it stopped. The man stopped rocking, his eyes opened, the dull sound of his mumbling started up again. His hands released from the side of his head. The pistol remained gripped tight, the man using its barrel to tap out a slow, steady beat on the floor. His breathing calmed down, and his right hand reached into one of his loose fitting jacket's pockets, rummaging around slowly.<br/><br/>He was still muttering.