[Qubit is barely done speaking before Carlisle meanders back into the lab. Their dynamic has indeed changed; but a year ago, he'd have preferred to wait in the smaller space that serves as Qubit's private quarters, hiding from the copious amounts of technology littering the lab. Nowadays, he doesn't worry as much about the machinery, even actively trying to discern its purpose rather than fretting over its existence and proximity to him. The trust Carlisle has in Qubit to handle things in his lab — and to make sure nothing there would prove dangerous to him — bolsters his courage more than the clergyman has fully realized.
And so, he follows Qubit into the lab proper, bringing his mug with him. His eyes trail to the screen he passed on the way in.]
Let's hear it out here, then. What good news have you about what you found?
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And so, he follows Qubit into the lab proper, bringing his mug with him. His eyes trail to the screen he passed on the way in.]
Let's hear it out here, then. What good news have you about what you found?