[Beneath Carlisle's panicked murmuring -- a dozen more this is fines and a few I'm heres escape him as the world around them begins settling down -- he's fairly certain he hears Qubit say a name he doesn't recognize. Or was that his name? No, no that was definitely a different name. Is there someone else there? Or was he talking to one of his machines? Was it another term for the phenomenon they were experiencing?

He doesn't know the answer, but what he does know is Qubit sounds more uncertain than usual. It's to be expected of anyone going through the nightmarish experience they are, he assumes, but it's odd to hear the usually logical and composed Qubit in particular so... rattled.

But it's fine. It's going to be fine. Unrecognizable sensations are slowly replaced with more familiar ones, and though temperature changes are harder to detect now that he's an undead, Carlisle is aware enough of his own energies (uneven as they currently are) to feel how they shift based on external influences. Is that heat? That's heat. That's a lot of heat. But why is it suddenly so hot? They aren't out in the wastes, are they?

Or maybe the lab is on fire. It's probably on fire. This is not fine.

Qubit attempts to be reassuring, and Carlisle almost opens his eyes -- almost, as he stops when Qubit's hand tightens on his arm, sending a sharp ripple through his aural channels. Carlisle's brow tightens as the other man mutters to himself, his hand doing the same.]

'Oh no'? [His nerves are far more evident than Qubit's, as always; his tone is that of restrained denial.] What's 'oh no'? What are we oh-noing about? It's not very comforting when you're the one saying that. You know that, right?