[Edward has skipped "suspending disbelief" in favor of "roll with the punches but he indignant and pissed off that this crap thinks it can happen when it's not scientifically possible" -- so, basically his usual. The more things change, the more they stay the same.]

Can't promise I've got answers. I'm still trying to figure this place out. Whatever the angle, it's definitely not what they want us to believe. And I've got questions for you too.

[Edward will save any further snark (mostly) for when they've relocated to a less perilous place. Truth is, he's got the boar barricaded off for now, but Roy's questions are (as they are infuriatingly often) entirely too pertinent. And on the nose.]

...I don't know. And kind of.

[How's that for reassuring? He stops his leaning and frowns at the barrier (in its direction; its invisible but he's gotten better at being able to know where they are. Which is good because he face first slammed into them way too often to begin with.]

So far, I haven't hit a limit on the duration. But I gotta keep my mind on it... sort of. And I'm working on the mobile part. It's not really moving them, more like a constant regeneration. Not great at that yet. I can't figure out how the hell any rules apply, so it's all trial and error.

[It's infuriating.

For now though he turns and faces the zombie boar and more or less puts it into an invisible box. Mime-pig.]

That'll hold it for a while. But I don't know the limit of my range yet, so we should probably hustle. There's a basecamp not too far. C'mon.

[A pause.] ...maybe bring your stick.