They stay frozen, thoughts bubbling, until they realize what they're doing, that they are being spoken to, and snap their mind flat. Too much. Too much of what they should not have been doing, and too many memories just below that of bugs long sick and dead. Wondering who and what and why, failing to complete a simple task.

Almost nothing has been done at all.

They twist their head, an automaton jerking with one sharp movement, to face him.

Yes. Stuck.