[Yes, Carlisle is Anchor's resident technophobe, thank you very much. He looks around the room, almost finding comfort in the chaos of it -- reminds him of his own spaces -- until he notices just how much of it is metal, and electronic, and features buttons and doodads and gizmos, and he has suddenly decided this was not a good idea anymore. He's almost so rattled that he forgets his ire over nearly killing everyone completely and utterly by accident. You know, like that one time he did that back home.
He's still mad about that, too. He eyes the vertical tube, deciding it does stand out just a bit, and hoping he doesn't have to end up in there.]
I- [He clears his throat, trying to bury his nerves and will himself past the threshold. He's still just standing there, but at least he's not leaving at the mere sight of all the mechanical gizmos.] I assume you are not friends with that Kabal fellow.
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He's still mad about that, too. He eyes the vertical tube, deciding it does stand out just a bit, and hoping he doesn't have to end up in there.]
I- [He clears his throat, trying to bury his nerves and will himself past the threshold. He's still just standing there, but at least he's not leaving at the mere sight of all the mechanical gizmos.] I assume you are not friends with that Kabal fellow.