[Unfortunately, with most of his senses as dulled as they are (the consequences of being a walking corpse), Carlisle hardly feels a thing when reality starts shifting around them -- no disorientation, no nausea, nothing save for a minute feeling that something is off in a way he cannot fully describe. He can, however, hear well the alarm in Qubit's voice, his eyes flicking to the other man.]
What? What was what?
[Qubit's eyes dart around, while Carlisle's go past him to the far wall; he tilts his head, his eyes narrowing. Wasn't it covered in clutter just a moment ago? With shelves and gadgets of indeterminate make? And wasn't the wall itself of different construction? Or was he just imagining that? Given how his mind has been since the incident, he wouldn't be terribly surprised if he was seeing things, but still...]
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What? What was what?
[Qubit's eyes dart around, while Carlisle's go past him to the far wall; he tilts his head, his eyes narrowing. Wasn't it covered in clutter just a moment ago? With shelves and gadgets of indeterminate make? And wasn't the wall itself of different construction? Or was he just imagining that? Given how his mind has been since the incident, he wouldn't be terribly surprised if he was seeing things, but still...]