Sulu himself had no idea whether or not he was going to pass out, but instead of worrying about it, he pushed the thought from his mind and followed Ianto's tentative steps into the room. Everything seemed fine. Nothing lashed out, and for a moment, Sulu wondered if the thing was even still in there.

But, then again, he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up straight, and that wasn't from the cold room. Taking a breath, he grabbed Ianto's hand - for show and for support - and moved them both forward another step. "Are you still in here?" he called, and when he heard a soft thud, like something being set down on the carpet, he said, "What, are you scared now? Realized that you're out of your league with Ianto here?" He managed, somehow, to fit disdain into his tone - an emotion he'd never so much as felt before. Luckily, he'd heard it enough around the Academy to know how to imitate it. Hopefully that would be enough.

It apparently was, as a lamp on top of the dresser shuddered, like it was about to lash out at them. Sulu hoped he could dodge it.