[ massive, hostile sea creatures and the threat of the dome's collapse do not make piter's heart race. withdrawal startles him much more. the prospect of such an undignified, inescapable death is one he has never been fond of. he had made his way to the museum from the hospital with the effects of the day's first dose still waning, trying to figure the possibility of the spice available to him here being destroyed somehow. the sudden thudding of his heart at such a notion had displeased him— so he had stopped it, calmed it quickly and efficiently. fretting was a foolish thing to do.
now, standing in the lobby, away from anything that might tip over and crush him, he looks quite collected— even bored. safe zones are terribly dull, but he supposes that he really doesn't need the excitement of getting tasered in his life. he's here to stay. ]