Alarming is right, and as he's dragged along behind Souji, Gil's starting to look much less like Raven, the cold and stoic member of Pandora, and much more like Gilbert, Oz Vessalius's flailing crybaby of a servant from ten years ago. There's a low, quiet, but increasingly panicked chant coming from behind Souji -

"we'regonnacrashwe'regonnacrashwe'regonnacrash -"