Presley puts up his hands and takes a step back. "This nightmare is not a collaborative effort, Hatfield. You can—oh." He recognizes that weird glow. If this is anything like his previous jaunt, then they should find the exit... somewhere. Presley looks around, frowning.

What comes out of his mouth next has nothing to do with Dr. Huang's traumatic fish girl memory. "...Have you seen Webberley or Savage?"