[Carlisle, on the other hand, just about panics the second the synthesized voice chimes in; he might have bolted right then and there if the doors behind them hadn't shut right in his face. He backs away from them, his hands shaking as his fingers wrap around the strap of his satchel, limbs pulled to his sides as though making himself smaller would save him. He only then seems to notice that Qubit is completely and utterly unperturbed by all of this -- that alleviates his fear, if only by a fraction.
The doors to the outside open, and he's not sure he likes what's out there any better. The sky is so wide and so vast, stretching endlessly in all directions --
Well, almost endlessly. He can see what he assumes is their destination in the distance. His eyes go from it to the ground, and remain there as he speaks, his voice punctuated by shallow breaths.]
Right. Only a kilometer. Half of one.
[He has no idea how long a kilometer is, but it's visible. That's something.]
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The doors to the outside open, and he's not sure he likes what's out there any better. The sky is so wide and so vast, stretching endlessly in all directions --
Well, almost endlessly. He can see what he assumes is their destination in the distance. His eyes go from it to the ground, and remain there as he speaks, his voice punctuated by shallow breaths.]
Right. Only a kilometer. Half of one.
[He has no idea how long a kilometer is, but it's visible. That's something.]