[While he might not have been disoriented before, Carlisle certainly is now. Just as he's about to ask exactly what a Redshift is, as all of the explanations he's found have been anything but thorough, he learns through pure experience as the walls around them seem to move and bend -- not breaking, but flexing like molten steel, then flowing like water. That shouldn't be possible, should it? For a moment, he believes the world is melting all around them; he closes his eyes in unadulterated, instinctive fear, so sure this is the end.

But the end doesn't come, and when he cracks his eyes open once more, the entire room feels different -- and as a man who can feel very little in the traditional sense these days, he absolutely cannot explain it. Qubit's voice grounds him, the audacity of his command bolstering him momentarily against his terror.]

Wh- grab on?! You really think you ought to touch me after what I just told you about Mister Kieran and Deputy Pratt and—

[The room shifts again. Carlisle's legs threaten to buckle, and for a split second, he is utterly, terribly alone: the lab is gone, the walls are gone, and there is nothing. And then he's back, and Qubit's hand is there again, extended for him. He does not need to be told twice.]

Right right right, grabbing now!

[He hopes his gloves are enough to keep any and all necrotic energy he may be emanating at bay.]