[There's a curse that never leaves his lips, a small shake of his head and an accompanying smile that holds an apology before he has a chance to say it.]
It's nothing. Just- hate thinkin' that this place can just decide to put someone to sleep like that, without a way to wake 'em up.
[Any of them. And when two are his friends and two are... something, this incapability to do anything, seeing them just sleeping there, like frozen in time? Yes, well. It doesn't exactly sit well with him.]
... but I shouldn't even say anythin', I'm sure you know it better than me.