"Uh...yeah. It was um split up into four different parts and scattered all over," MK explains. He remembers that muzzle. It was in that building. With the caskets, the Kraang, the place they bombed to hell and back. He swallows. Okay. He's using his own voice and trying really hard to only use his own voice. At least she seems calmer now.

"You...okay? Well at least a little more closer to okay now? We can still try to get you out. We only got one of the fires going though. We could go back, I think." He's worried that they still need to do that.