The brief glimpse of the bloody, bandaged child recalled one of Corrin's deepest, most primal fears, especially since becoming a mother herself. The other Serge didn't look much older than Kana, but his wounds were grave. She puts a hand to her mouth in shock with a sharp intake of breath. But then the doors slide shut and he's out of sight. He's fine. He's going to be fine, she knows. She's seen memories of this other Serge later in life. He's going to make it.

With a shake of her head, Corrin forces herself to focus on the matter at hand. As Serge-her Serge-doubles over in pain, Kid is quick to check on him, so Corrin contents herself with trying to sort out the cacophony of voices that brought on the attack. The Sea of Eden? The Dead Sea? One of those places sounds pretty good...the other, not so much. The Frozen Flame is the artifact they're trying to retrieve, according to Kid. But what the heck's a Lavos?

Ignoring Miguel, since Corrin isn't sure if he can in fact see them, she instead approaches the closed elevator doors. "Okay, there must be a panel or something, right?" She asks. "Something we can use to call the elevator back..." She looks back at the others. "If not, maybe we can force the door open and try to climb down the shaft?" Though she sounds like she's not a big fan of that idea, for obvious reasons. For the time being, she focuses on trying to find a button or panel of some sort.