He looks behind him out of the corner of his eye towards the clones going limp in his grasp but he doesn't let go of them just yet. He won't trust it, not until he's sure they are lifeless, and his tentacles constrict and squeeze to hold them tighter.

That allows him to focus on his partner in the prism, looking down at her tear-streaked face. It makes him want to comfort, as he does with most women, but he doesn't get that chance. The ear splitting scream makes his ears bow backwards, disappearing into his mess of hair, and his teeth grit all the way back as his lips nearly split from the screeching.

"Miss Eruka," he nearly hisses through his teeth, his hands now crunching on the glass to drag downwards and pry it apart to give her more room for when he eventually pulls her out. Right now, with her in panic mode, reaching in was likely a bad idea, "Oi..."