[ Ben's heart aches a little seeing Pratt recoiling from him, looking at him with that terror on his face. But he ignores that feeling and just waits, and a few moments later Pratt recognizes him, and the fear abates a little. Which is good. It's good that Pratt was only disoriented, and that recognizing Ben as Ben makes him feel less afraid, rather than more. ]

I've got no clue where we are, but wherever it is, we're not gonna be here long.

[ He helps Pratt to his feet, and doesn't hesitate or bother asking before he's slipping an arm around Pratt's back, helping to hold him up and support him. It might not be the most dignified, but his friend can yell at him later - right now if they're going to put some distance between them and this place, Ben is going to have to help out.

Because right now that song playing over the loudspeakers or whatever is creeping him out and he doesn't even know what's the deal with it, why it is affecting Pratt so strongly. Ben just heads in any direction, moving whichever way makes the music grow fainter. He is more concerned with going quickly than knowing which way he's going. They'll hit a place he recognizes eventually...

And they go, turning a corner and suddenly they're in the open again, in a broad corridor of the Anchor that Ben recognizes, near to the park. Were they even on this level, before? He can't remember. The temperature is less hot, and that music is suddenly completely absent. It isn't the first time in recent weeks that space has shifted strangely, as if there are different spheres or locations appearing within the base itself.

All those are more distant concerns, however. For now, Ben looks over at Pratt and... he looks like shit. Ben directs the two of them over to a planter, one with a broad enough flat surface for them both to sit on. Then he's helping Pratt to sit down, asking: ]

How do you feel? Are you light-headed again? If you feel like you're gonna pass out again, we should try to get as close to the medbay as we can...