Qubit nods, and waits patiently for Carlisle to make his way over. (Or at least, close enough to patiently. Patiently is not his strong suit.) Just as he's about to ask if he's ready, though, that's when the loudspeaker decides to come on. He folds his arms with an exasperated groan. "Could've sworn I muted you," he grumbles, talking over it.

He lets the disclaimer finish, sure, but he doesn't bother being patient this time, waving his hand in circles as if to say get on with it. Before the reverb from its voice has time to dissipate, Qubit's pipes up to replace it. "Look, don't worry about all that," he says. "It goes through that spiel every time it starts up."