As he paces in the radio tower, Alastor's eyes dart anxiously around the room after a run-in with the person who holds owns his soul.

He felt like a deer surrounded by hungry wolves, with every move scrutinized and his escape routes limited. Fed up, he angrily kicked over a chair and overturned a table in a sudden burst of destructive frenzy, his tentacles lashing out and wreaking havoc around him.

You call his name to try to snap him out of it, but one of his tentacles lashes out at you. His eyes, red radio dials, pauses on you when he realizes instantly what he's done. Embarrassed and gulity, he reels back his tentacles. He conjures up a first aid kit.

"You had no right to enter my radio tower uninvited. Fortunately for you, the wound isn't deep."