[It must have been difficult to avoid the walls, drops and rises when half of one's attention to was aimed backwards. He was going to let House get on with it though, even as they listened to the heavy breathing. With no source, he was inclined to believe that it was a trick to raise the fear that had been infused in them from the change of their eyes.

He took those twelve seconds breathing himself, calming nerves and putting himself back into rights, compartmentalizing his fear again. Reassigning it. Embedding it deeper.]

Coping mechanism. Best to keep track of the numbers though in case they are required in a puzzle or a riddle of some kind. Shall we?