Carlisle holds his tongue about his already being dead and miserable, opting instead to sigh wearily as he waits for Kabal to inspect the cabinet's treasures. The objects inside appear to be very technological, enough to make Carlisle uncomfortable.

Well, more uncomfortable than he already is. In addition to the devices are a number of strange, black tablets, each oblong, unassuming, and largely featureless.

"What are all these things?" he asks, not expecting much of an answer.