Oh, huh. Yeah, that makes sense. Radar chances a nod, even though it makes the rippling come back for a second, and cautiously levers himself to his feet. A couple of the ripples stick to the walls; he tries not to stare at them too much.

As he makes his way toward the food, he whispers, "Was I out long?" Whispering helps. Seems like his tastebuds don't notice the words so much if they're quiet.

(Ohhhhhh this is so weird. It's not too terrible, he supposes, but he really really hopes it's just temporary. He's not gonna get anything done if he's mixed up like this forever.)