Adam looks nervous about just up and leaving. "Still. I'll just call them. Not everyone's gone, right? I heard Max banging on doors earlier, so at least she's here." He pulls out a tiny bowl with a tightly sealed lid and quickly sits. He opens the dish, which Artimes can now see is about half full of oil, and mutters over it quickly. "Jacob, can you hear me?" he calls quietly into the bowl, which is swirling strangely.