To be perfectly honest, he wasn't expecting much in the way of a response from Misha quite yet. Both of them needed to calm down from their experience, her more than him. Doom had learned to force himself through rough situations without much of a look back, but he couldn't help but tremble a little bit at the feelings the interspace brought back up. It was bad and he would be happy to never step foot in there again, but some part of him knew that he was going to have to eventually.

He didn't even attempt to move, just laying in the dirt and sand and rocks that made up the ground he was on. Misha needed time and he was going to give her it and until she started to speak coherently, he was going to close his eyes and concentrate on other projects. Anything but focus on the void that would haunt his nightmares like being stuck frozen in that box currently did.