Carlos swallows thickly when he sees the part of--a leg? Okay. Okay, this is--it is not fine, but it's going to be fine. Scientists are always fine. If he can tell Cecil that, he can try to believe it himself.

"I don't know," he admits. "And I want to find out, but I think getting out of here should be our priority. Experiments will just have to wait. Look for anything else... unusual, I guess. Or. Hm."

He starts going around the perimeter of the room. The dust on the floor near one of the bookcases is disturbed and there's scratches on the floor. Carlos frowns and tests to see how sturdy the bookcase is. Has someone moved it before?