[ He doesn't resist as she works at his clothes, instead attempts to assist her as best he can, trying not to get in her way. ]

I remember it all.

[ Unlike so many people here, he's still in his right mind, still himself. But he can't blame Lieutenant Noonien-Singh for harboring resentment toward him, for the fury she'd felt towards him. He'd failed her, after all. ]

I was attacked by a woman. I believe she had some reason to be angry with me, and this... influence, whatever it is, brought it to the surface.

[ He winces as he tries to shift, to let her remove his shirt, and amends: ]

Somewhat aggressively.