It's not as bad as walls closing in, but there's something about the oncoming noise and the sudden plunge into darkness that makes his blood run cold with adrenaline in much the same way. So, he subtly freezes and waits to see how it plays out as it sweeps over them.

The previous conversation is thoroughly shelved, for now, as Irahl braces his overactive mind for the first experience of this city's power outages. He'd known from Vincent's very first description of them--back on the ship--that he'd probably dislike them, and it turns out that his prediction had been accurate.

He's sure it's some very old memory that is being stirred up, so he can't help but softly sigh in relief when the light partially comes back on.

"...Bedtime already, hmm?"