[A frown. His hand twitches, like he wants to reach out, but he curls his fingers into his palm and rests it on the bar instead.]

Alright. So we'll need to figure out how to put it to sleep for a while, most likely. [He'll just add that to their list of things to figure out, then. No biggie. It's not like they're trying to cheat death or anything.

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...Is this place affecting you? Or is it something else?