He gets a bit of a smile, a slight shake of her head. "Afraid not." Though, that fact apparently works in her favor. Whoever Naomi is, it seems he has reason to not trust her. If he truly knew her, he may not want to trust her either.

She's still studying him with a certain amount of concern, wishing he were a little more focused. A gentle hand circles his wrist, checking his pulse, but she glances back up at the last.

"What makes you say that?" He's talking about angels and strange experiences. It stands to reason this might not be a typical illness. But she's hardly the type to back down from a challenge, especially where her patients are concerned. And by crossing into her space, he's automatically earned himself that designation.