As the other man backed away - clearly he was unimportant - Archer turned to face Isobel. He wanted to take her hand and ensure that she was real, but couldn't bring himself to. Instead, he ran his fingers over his jaw, frowning. "I'm disoriented as well," he said, glancing over his shoulder at the rest of the room. "But I don't think that this is a dream. Or a hoax. It would make sense that this is in the same vein as the rooms we found ourselves locked in last month."
"Astute, Dr. Archer."
His eyes widened, skin paling slightly. Immediately, he looked over his shoulder, twisting slightly to try and find the source of the voice. "Was that-"
"Don't look, you foolish boy." His gaze returned to Isobel, mouth running dry. "And don't stare."
Wincing slightly, Archer turned away from her. "Do-do you recognize anybody else?" he asked, hoping to engage her in some other activity. "Perhaps over there, we might...not be alone."