Tarkus wasn't sure if the guy was really alright, or if he was just saying that to avoid the question. He eyed the guy questioningly, at least until the spring of the trap at the entrance, and the guy punched the crap out of some sort of goop projectile, which splashed onto his shoe. Tarkus got lucky, only one projectile had made its way to him, which splattered harmlessly against Zoll, though oddly it didn't stick, not even to the non-metallic parts, the globule fell harmlessly onto the ground, though a bit did splash onto the sleeve of his pants. Tarkus reeled back a bit when the guy started shouting death threats to whoever'd made the booby trap, honestly he didn't expect the guy to go from calm to murderyourfaceoff in an attosecond. He was just glad he wasn't the one to build the thing, guy looked like he fully meant every threat he made as he stormed off, leaving Tarkus and Morella for the auditorium.

[b]"Well that was...a thing that happened...Let's uh...get a seat before someone flings more crap from the sidelines."[/b] Tarkus said giving Morella a rather confused look as he made his way to the room. He took a seat near the door, and began eyeing the stage, he didn't have a watch, and didn't see a very pronounced clock anywhere, so he couldn't help but ponder how much time remained.