Oh, they have spoken -- Carlisle looks mildly, but pleasantly surprised, putting together network ID with the name he's given in his own head, as well. He watches as she surveys his handiwork; she doesn't sound impressed.

"Likely not ones that can repel necrotic energy," he assures her as he steps away from the wall himself. The glow of the glyph fades completely after another step. "But measures nonetheless. Did you get a hold of Mister Qubit?"