A Hexgate malfunction? [The crease in his brow suggests indignation,] Oh no. No, absolutely not. Our calculations are sublime. Nothing demonstrated in our runic cycles could allow such a mishap. This is — surely something else.

[Conviction shines in his throat, blinding and bold. Perhaps arrogance, perhaps sheer belief.]

Don't worry, [his look is gentle,] I'll figure this out. I'll get us back home.