[The radios give a gentle whine of feedback as Noah's mind spreads out in sudden distress, reaching for stability. It isn't that he thought this would go well - if he had, he wouldn't have smoked himself into this agitated buzz, wide eyes blinking furiously against Ronan's backlash.]

Getting in the way of what? Some, like, magic world where you think we'd all be okay without you?

[He flickers, spreading back into air for a moment. Then there's a push of biting air, ice cold, and he's sitting on the foot of the bed. The mattress dips slightly.]

'Cause that's not a world I'm interested in staying alive for.