Reddington sits at a table, folding newspaper in one hand, a small delicate teacup in the other. His eyebrows raise as he hears you sputter awake, a small chuckle filling the small diner.

"Dembe, they're alive after all!" He exclaimed with a slight astonishment, though there is always the fact that Reddington somehow knows everything, he would know you'd wake up. He glanced at his right hand man, before approaching your slowly, watching you carefully with amusement, like a trapped animal.