Gyre takes the little note, squinting at the gold ink and the fancy writing. His eyes immediately rebel from the script and he puts the note into his coat pocket instead. If they'll be back then he can focus on the situation at hand a little better.

"I hope they stay this time," he murmurs, a moment before that sound hits his ears. His skin prickles, adrenaline shooting up his spine. What a terrible noise!

"We should check on them." He turns as he speaks, darting around the door frame and back into Seven's room. The sight of the black goop prickling on the ground makes his stomach turn and he glances nervously between Luka and Seven.

"Is everything alright?"