He finds himself in Consolata's nicely furnished living room. As much as he prefers not to be looked at, it is disconcerting to be with someone who did not, who could not look at you during conversation.
Walter: This place is nice.
Consolata: Thanks, I only have a vague idea what it looks like based on the description of friends. Can I get you something to drink or anything?
Walter: No thank you.
Consolata: Alright, the patient is on the table over there.
She had taken her jacket off and Walter gazes at her, this time without the aid of a camera. Since she cannot not see him, he looks longer and closer at her than would have been polite otherwise. Her blond hair is slightly unruly, which makes her achingly beautiful face all the more intriguing. The sleeveless sweater reveals the skin around her shoulders which slopes gently toward her breasts which are hidden beneath the flimsy folds of fabric. Walter notices that there seems to be no bra straps visible. He is just beginning to scan the middle and lower parts of her body when she speaks.
Consolata: I'm just going to sit down here on the couch. Are you still there? I can hear you breathing, is everything alright?