He doesn't react as Glacius enters the kitchen and calls his name, the chalk worn down as he scrawls in the approximate circle he's drawn; however, as Glacius questions Carlisle, his head tilts back in the other direction, evening out as he glances upward, as though looking for the source of the sound. He looks around, finally settling on the alien behind him. His expression -- a frozen, impassive stare -- doesn't change in the slightest as he repeats his greeting from earlier that day.

"Ah. There you are."

His voice seems to echo in both the room and the mind, feeling very similar to his compulsions, albeit without the actual command. Bit by bit, his frame turns: his head first, then shoulders, waist, and finally legs trying to catch up, nearly tripping him. He doesn't regain his balance as quickly as he normally would, and falls right into his partner, his expression still unmoving.