[ You weren't expecting them? How do you think I feel? He's the one who's had to re-tailor his shirts just to wear them comfortably again, since this doesn't appear to be going away, at all, this time. Painfully growing a second set of arms twice over, so far, hasn't been a wonderful and predictable experience, overall. And he's crossing all four of them at the moment, as if to underline that fact.

Arcade sighs and glances at those flashing monitors as Kaidan takes off his helmet, unease creeping back in. Despite it, though— ]

I don't think we have to worry too much about hostiles. There are husks everywhere, but they all seem... dead, already. [ Empty, even the ones that aren't. That ugly, expectant resonance is missing.

That bright blue glow is strange enough to steal his attention back, though it's less alarming, at least, as a constant than an intermittent flicker. It won't save Kaidan from the disparaging, sarcastic thought that follows that pronouncement, though.

There must not be much of it.

...After which, it is abruptly Arcade's turn to apologize. ]

Sorry. [ He gestures beyond them, toward the doors he was heading for, prior. They'll have to climb a little to get through them, with everything currently upside down. ] I haven't been this way, yet.