[ Aidan arrived relatively early, without needing the prompting of a taser. Not that it did much to ease his nerves — more the opposite — and with the mounting tension he can't keep himself from restlessly pacing, breathing bordering on the quick and shallow.
It's not the impending danger or possibility of death or even the fucking crack in the dome. It's the noise.
Eventually he'll retreat to a corner somewhere, crouched down with his back to the wall and his head between his knees, fingers twisting in his hair. Trembling. On the verge of snapping. ]