[If there is one thing that Guangqi, able fellow that he is, is not actually built for, it's hurried violence. Or violence at all, for the matter, even on questions of survival - survival should not be contingent on violence. But whatever is outside probably doesn't share his enlightened worldview. And there won't be any backups or cryo if he dies.

He doesn't normally have any patience for stupid questions. But this time it does exactly what it means to, that is, startling him back into attention. Hadn't even realized he'd frozen. The young man stands well back of the door, breathing hard, hadn't quite realized that he'd run so far back either when they both went hurtling into the house. He's never been a coward, but then fear had never been something he'd had to consider. Pointless emotion obscuring rational judgement. Switch it off. Now he can't. Is his heart supposed to be pounding so hard? Is that normal?]

O-of - of course I don't. [Voice stumbling like an engine that won't start.] Windows - right! [And stumbling a little as he darts off, too. Windows, block, how...]

There's this -a - I think wardrobe! [He shouts from the other room after a moment.] I can push it, maybe - it's very heavy!