"You've already done more than enough for me." Pratt's looking all concerned now at that barely audible cough. Between the ink that he thinks is blood and that he's pretty sure Carlisle might be injuring himself in order to keep the barrier active.

"She doesn't know where I live and ... It looks like she's busy somewhere else." He's selfish enough to not feel too bad that she's killing another instead. He might regret that later, it's a part of him he doesn't like to acknowledge, but right now he's still in a heightened state of fear and he wants to go hide under his bed until the Null attack and end this completely.

"Drop the dome and we'll run. Go check on him. I'll be fine getting home."