It's okay, the Soldier is not great at eye contact, so it's not exactly going to be a prolonged stare. As soon as she looks away the first time, their gaze goes less focused, down to her shoulder rather than her face. Their brows come together, trying to put the pieces together into a different whole than the one they're familiar with.

She wasn't a prisoner. She wasn't hurt and programmed. She just... couldn't leave. Because she was dangerous.

They finally shiver once all over, including the arm in another calibration loop. "People keep telling me. That I'm not a thing. Is that something I need to have them start telling you, too? Or are you okay?" It's an honest question, not remotely facetious or sarcastic.