[Loki doesn't notice the lack of eye contact. He gets a vague impression of his benefactor as small and feminine and before he can register more she's morphed into Natasha Romanov, and she's staring right into his eyes, full of hate and triumph.]

I- will try not to flinch. ["Good, hold nice and still while we test the weapon on you," the image says. He swallows and closes his eyes again.] Give me- a second's warning.