From the other side of the door, Cecil heard the voice calling out to...whoever, really. There's sounds of someone opening the door and checking in out of concern: a kobold. Small, surprisingly well dressed, wondering what exactly is happening in here for someone to yell like that...

...Only for the lack of gravity to have his top hat to start drifting off. The scramble to get it back has the little reptile holding onto the doorknob with one hand and his hat in the other. "My word! Is this lab always like this? This feels a touch too literal in observing constell--"

Right, right. There's a skeleton stuck floating about. Poor guy seems pretty stressed out...and who wouldn't be? "Are...are you alright? You haven't been stuck like this for long, have you?"