He's about to say something else, because what is that face for, when there's movement. Like a blur, a ghost, an afterimage. It coalesces into Carolina, and he steps back, swatting at thin air in front of him, as if she's vapor to beat away. "Good lord, I don't need that right now... Look, you were part of a project before, and it went wrong, and that's terrible, but you're not a science experiment, and nobody is continuing this project on you."