Re: [(early) kinda sorta mental: holly/noah.]
[The slap thing? Works. Slap, and the sting makes Holly open his eyes and lean forward a little.] Hey! [Audible, not in his head, because he wasn't really even sure about who he was calling to account for the slap. He knew it was his own hand, kinda? Anyway, right, yes, open eyes again, and he groans as he pushes himself up to stand against the wall. He's just tired, at this point, and that's all, but he agreeably trudges up the nearly-empty staircase and to the next level. Notably, people around him aren't fighting now? He's calm, so he's not impacting the world. No more gunshots. No more explosions. He doesn't particularly feel like he needs to run and hide.] Is that enough? [The question is mental, aimed at Noah, though he's not entirely sure about what he's asking. I mean, his feet got it, right? He did move and make it up another flight, and he wants to know if he can sit his ass down now thanks. And at the far end of the room, where the space opens up into a long hallways of labs, the medics are starting to make a quick, first-check on people.]