Carlisle shrunk behind the pages in his arms, the one he'd been looking for in his hand. They wouldn't protect him from the fury of an angry alien, though -- no amount of paper would. He only had so many pages as it was.

"Y- you could try talking to R- Ryuuzaki," he stammered, his hands shaking as they clung to that archaic notebook of his. "He's h- heading the salvage missions. Trying to put the network back together, I believe. He might have better answers for you?"

Yes, running was sounding like a very reasonable reaction at that moment.