[Though Carlisle didn't get the guy's name, the description is spot on.]

Yes, him. I didn't- it wasn't my choice.

[He can't help but pick up on that accusatory tone, however unintended it may be. He'd sound exactly the same if he weren't the one involved.]

It was a room near, um. Cisth, what did he call them? [He tries to flex his fingers as he thinks; they refuse to budge.] Generators? Does that sound familiar?