Seth flinches at the uncomfortably nearby explosions. He knows that whatever answers he gives to those questions are just going to bring up more questions. And he doubts he could answer them all that well in his currently state, in their current situation.

"Look," he says, gesturing a little jerkily with his still raised hands. "The, the.. The gate. Dialing. Whatever. How long does it take, between getting there and uh, getting, um, out of there?"