[ It takes a second for her words to register, quick and shallow breaths louder for the moment than the authority in her voice. But it does hit, apparently something deeper than whatever the hell is happening to him right now and that's fine, that's good. It's helpful, even though he stops breathing altogether for a second, rebooting the process as it were. Just a few seconds, nothing serious, and then he attempts a full exhalation, shaky and stuttering, but there it is. Then a deep breath in, and that's done much the same way, starting and stopping at points along the way, but it's better than before, and slowly smoothing out.
Smoothing out enough for the analytical part of his mind to come screaming back into action, trying to catalogue everything it can all at once and make sense of it now that the volume on the panic has abated just enough for another channel to be heard. He glances around the room, scanning the immediate area; there's a very quick sweep with his senses, checking everything he can with just a touch so as not to risk anything coming back and hitting him too hard; he even double-checks her with a momentary brush of her mind - not too much contact, because he doesn't want too much contact with anything right now, raw nerve at the mercy of the dust in the air that he is at the moment, but enough to make sure.
He'd probably be talking more if there wasn't so much effort going into that breathing thing she mentioned. It's not until after he's sure he's checked everything that he manages to start breathing through his nose like a normal, not flipping out person, and even then he clearly isn't sure what to do right now. ] It's really hot in here. My - god, face, my whole head is hot. There's so many smells in here.
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Smoothing out enough for the analytical part of his mind to come screaming back into action, trying to catalogue everything it can all at once and make sense of it now that the volume on the panic has abated just enough for another channel to be heard. He glances around the room, scanning the immediate area; there's a very quick sweep with his senses, checking everything he can with just a touch so as not to risk anything coming back and hitting him too hard; he even double-checks her with a momentary brush of her mind - not too much contact, because he doesn't want too much contact with anything right now, raw nerve at the mercy of the dust in the air that he is at the moment, but enough to make sure.
He'd probably be talking more if there wasn't so much effort going into that breathing thing she mentioned. It's not until after he's sure he's checked everything that he manages to start breathing through his nose like a normal, not flipping out person, and even then he clearly isn't sure what to do right now. ] It's really hot in here. My - god, face, my whole head is hot. There's so many smells in here.