[ he nods at wanda's suggestion, unbuttoning his jumpsuit partially so he can rip off a section of his undershirt with his free hand. his dogtags spill out with a metallic jingle, but he's quick to stuff them back inside before using the cotton to keep his blood on the inside of him where it belongs. then he's moving over so wanda can help him tie it off. ]

Okay, what am I looking at?

[ which is of course when karen interrupts with jurassic park of all things. he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his good hand. ]

I dunno, I'm getting more of a Cube vibe. [ a beat ] We're not leaving you here, Karen. And even if you're right, we can't get into any place like that, remember? [ which is how she wound up through a door, ugh. ]