Carter scoffed at Nate's suggestion and proffered weed, pretending he didn't notice Serena's increasingly stressed expression as neither of her calls went through.
"I think the last thing we'd want is to slow our reaction times," he said stiffly, moving further to the edge of the roof. He envied Nate his untroubled nonchalance, he wished he could share it. His stomach lurched as he glanced down at the street far below, but anything was better than seeing Serena's tense face as she came to the realization Carter was just starting to-- they had no idea what was going on, or who was safe.
A scream shattered the stillness of the night, making Carter jump and hastily back away from the ledge. A more comforting sound followed it however-- the ping of Serena's cellphone.
"Who is it?" Carter asked Serena urgently, choosing that moment to take a swipe for Nate's pot. It would be better in his keeping than the stoned Archibald.