Neal nods, remaining where he stands. He needs a moment to process everything that just happened. Once he has that second, he'll be good again, or at least mostly good, but well.

"I'm torn," he says his tone almost try. "We could go back up and face a crowd of clones or we could go further into...that>" He gestures at the darkness before them. "And see what happens with creepy living shadows."

He pauses, looking at her. "You're taking all of this really well. Is this on par with your usual day?"