Considering whatever the hell was going on, Carson couldn't even muster up any indignation at almost being knocked over by Poison. If anything it was just a breath of relief that he didn't have to go tripping and yelling through the apartment in the dark, or trying to call 911 or whoever might be helpful. So instead he just got out of the way and stood back, chewing his cheek nervously as he watched Poison pin her down pull that gross looking thing off of Dee's pretty face.

He didn't know what the hell this was. He felt like he should know, and if he had the time he'd try to backtrace every conversation they'd ever had about the Zones for a clue. But so much screaming and weirdness in the dark made it hard to concentrate, even if hearing Dee's murmur made his chest relax enough to breathe properly.

Inching a little closer, he tried to get a better look. "Is she okay?" He whispered, unsure if he should stay quiet or not and then deciding he didn't care. He just had to know.