As they continued down the hall, just as suddenly as it had activated, his crystal shut off. The low undercurrent of conversation slowly died away, and his vision blurred as it returned to normally. Kratos squeezed his eyes shut for a moment: even though it was dark, and the effects not that dizzying, looking at a fuzzier, blurrier world was a little nauseating even after just a few minutes or so of clarity.

"Sorry?" He strained to catch Castiel's voice, even though the other man was talking at a normal volume. "Ah--not yet," Kratos confessed, although that wasn't as egregious of an oversight on his part now since they'd just gotten some new information and all technically needed to be briefed.

He in turn glanced over his shoulder at Lloyd. "We're heading to the third floor. Castiel and I were able to find the entrance last night in the library, but didn't get much further. We want to see if we can get farther tonight." Seeing as his note was the more informative of the two they had, he dug it out again and handed it over to Lloyd. "Apparently, there's a record archive on the third floor that is essential to discovering a way out."

Kratos paused and then added, "You should find the obstacles named familiar."