[ Fortunately, Qubit has a strong stomach, and has witnessed much more sickening things. He had to dispatch a few of them with a crowbar the other day, which went about as cleanly as you'd imagine. He pulls himself upright, a little sore but no worse for wear, and checks his suit for holes, but it seems to be intact, luckily. ]

I wouldn't feel too bad. These suits have seen plenty of suspicious stains.

[ Don't take that line out of context. Qubit picks up a roll of paper towels from where he knocked it off the shelf and offers it to Carlisle. ]

So. That could've gone better, but it could've gone much worse. [ AND SPEAKING OF: ] How's your arm?