The ice alien opens his gills as if he's about to answer, but a sudden noise from the stairwell draws his attention--his operculum snap shut and he cocks his head up, listening intently. Maybe it's just another resident of the Spire coming home after a long day..? Maybe he can keep pretending, even if only for a few more brief minutes, that he and the clergyman can still be friends...

... But no, those footsteps are definitely drawing nearer, coming to the door to this apartment. The double hisses out a low curse, then--thinking quickly--knocks the lamps that is providing light to the room violently to the ground and liquidizes immediately. In the sudden, explosive shift between light and dark, it's impossible to see where he's gone, if he's lurking in a dark corner or if he's slipped back out under the crack in the door... and the sound has drawn his original's attention. In the very least, the double doesn't leap out to attack him on his way in.

"Carlisle?! What was that sound? I'm coming in!" Glacius calls out to his friend as he takes quick, long strides across the living room--already a stark contrast between the way his double had infiltrated unannounced. The door swings open and the ice alien moves immediately to his friend's side, guarding him as he observes the broken device on the ground.

"What happened?" He asks urgently, his green eyes fastening back on Carlisle, scanning him for any new injuries. "Are you unharmed?"