Had it been video, Hal would at least know that he was human still, maybe just as terrifying but without the added pull of their shared blood. Without that assurance, he isn't certain of anything--and with every question, he's revealing more about himself than he ought.

"Shit." The crispest-sounding cuss, right there. "I should go," he decides suddenly, reaching to close the folder and pull it back in. "I shouldn't be here."

Here, out in the open, where Mr. Snow can find him. (And yet he can't run, he knows it, he just-- he needs room to breathe, at least.)