[Blake nods, still listening, trying to hear and feel what's going on beyond himself, beyond his own breath, his own beating heart. He takes a careful step forward, frowning as he listens. It's hardly a confident stride - he still feels like he should have his eyes open, but that's stupid. There's nothing to see but fog, nothing but strange shapes to trick them both, freak them out and make them useless to help anyone who might actually need it.]

I think we should help people first. Maybe try to gather them into some of the common areas - kitchens, or rec rooms if we can find them.