[Damon stares sideways at the sight of that scalpel. It seems too bright for a moment like someone's shining a too bright light in their eyes, but his gaze zeros in on that shining scalpel attached to an arm that looks like it used to wear a doctor's uniform before it became part of a wall.

He hears her panic, and then he breathes through his own, tries not to flinch, tries not to close his eyes as if he knows that's where the scalpel wants to go. Thankfully, the arm from the wall is just an arm. It is not accurate as it dives into the wall near them, crashing and chipping away at the stone wall before the arm moves on. it's right in line with their straps. he has to think.

He can hear her panic, and it's not like he can blame her for it. It's terrifying. If he hadn't already lived it--]

Listen, Caroline. [his voice is sharp. there's an edge to it even as he swallows, because the arm is taking another stab, but it's right beside Caroline's arm, possibly enough to cut her but just barely. There's enough slack they can move their bodies within the binds, but only for a limited time before those binds force them back the way they started. It gives him an idea.] You have to breathe. You need to focus.

When I say now, we both turn the opposite way from each other. You with me?