The redhead jumps, turning wide eyes to Adam. For a moment or two, it's likely very clear that he's not really seeing anything.

Then his vision clears, and he blinks. Still wide-eyed, and now breathing a little faster, but definitely there.

He opens his mouth. Closes it; for once, at a loss of what to say. Instead, he looks down at his arm, curious about the added weight.

"...."

Unlike a strange vision, this thing is physical. Tangible. Real.

And there's still no words, it seems.