Ah, definitely right. Jack makes an attempt to sit up, and Johann steps back out of his space. There are footsteps heading back to the door. While Jack tries to adjust his vision, Johann tsks.

"It's not for my satisfaction."

Johann's just here as the hands of the brain surgery, after all.

"Give it some time."

And he leaves with a little swoosh of the door. It's a while before he comes back, at least long enough for Jack to come too a little bit and poke his nose around if he decides that he wants to look through anything. Of course, the door doesn't respond to him if he tries to leave, the lack of the neural implant sees to that one.

After a couple hours, Johann's voice hits the intercom.

"Now that you've gotten a taste of what it may be like to be without a neural implant—how about two? I've got a perfect good UNA neural implant model that would go very well if I mean to reinstall your old one."