They make the journey to who-knows-where without delay or distractions. Wiley marks the end of the trip by nearly falling over a separator of sorts between rooms. The boundary lacks a door or any indication otherwise that the first room was ending. 
"Hey! What the heck?" Wiley half-yells at the separator thing. "I could've died because of you!"
Somehow Rai's smirk can be tasted in the air. Didn't know expressions could do that, but apparently his can. 

"You alright?" Rai asks the scientist.
"The frigging door bit my foot. You think I'm alright?" Wiles retorts, rubbing the wrong and uninjured part of himself as if to show his injury.
...wait. The door??? Bit your foot???
"Need a door vaccine?" the cyber agent asks, unperturbed.
"Yes."
"Unfortunately, I don't carry one on me," says Rai in an almost smug manner. "Better luck next time."
"Well, crap, guess I'll die then," the scientist mutters, limping his way over to somewhere in the room. The room is somehow darker than any of the other rooms they've gone through as well as the corridors and passageways. 

Wiley continues hobbling around, thumping into things along the way.
"Shut the door, will ya?" he asks Rai. "For some reason I'm getting the creeps. I'd rather the door be closed." 
"What? The great Wiley I. Perrault retains the mortal emotion: Fear?" questions Rai as he looks at the...the boundary, which lacks a door in the first place. 

"So that's what I bumped into when I entered!" Wiley exclaims sarcastically. Then, to Rai: "Seriously, will ya just shut the door?"
The cyber agent sighs. "If the power-controlling deities come after me, I'm sacrificing you first."
"You wish. Just close the door, Raiya." Yes, that's what he called the other. 
Rai gives the other a look before his eyes turn color again and the door--which apparently was existent, just hidden in the wall somewhere--slides out and closes the gap with a humongous Bam!
Speaking of questionable decisions, Wiley...

"Yes! And now, the experiment can commence!" Wiley shouts hoarsely, probably because he tried to transition bit by bit from a whisper-shout to a half-shout and failed spectacularly. 
Rai looks ready to leave. Actually, he doesn't. But he's actually very ready to leave. It's unknown if the wish means that he wants to get out of the room or get out of the lab. Either could be applicable.

Rai finally musters up the will to actually ask Wiley something, and the question is: "May I ask if the risks of the experiment include us disappearing from existence eternally or other sorts of related danger?"
"Aww, you know me, Rai!" gushes Wiley, somehow suddenly disappearing from where he was nearby--near some machinery--and instead to a position where he can clasp the other's gloved hands dramatically and look at the other at an almost completely level height with all earnestness. 
"No, I don't," the cyber agent denies, maybe on the train of thought that Wiley can't take huge risks with strangers and thus referring to himself as a stranger. And of course, there's the literal meaning of him not being completely sure, though he's pretty sure being pessimistic in this case would be the optimistic way to go.
"What does that mean?" he asks nonetheless, with a hint of concern and also awkwardness, slowly making his hands retreat away from Wiley's hold. As soon as he reaches a degree where he can do so, his hands scurry back into his pockets as if frightened mice. 
"What does that mean?" Wiley echoes in a Rai-like voice, before he exclaims, "Of course there's a chance of us vanishing into the void of nonexistence!"
Yippeeee. 
 

"More 'ghostify' than 'fail and kill us,' but yee, why not?" Wiley asks back with way too much enthusiasm for anyone's good. Returning to the machinery with a few large hop-leaps, a strange combination indeed, he grins. "What's the fun of anything without risk? Life is risk! A battle between great risks and greater risks! And here we're making a choice--to take the great risk!" 

"I have a feeling you made me close the door so that you could block off any exit," Rai says with a deadpan expression.
"Bingo!" Wiley grins, fingergunning at the cyber agent. "But don't be so busy on opening it again. Then the boy--" he points at Dion, though it's more like he waved his arms at the young man in a flurry instead, "--will run. And if I run after him I feel like he'll scream and maybe bite me too......that wouldn't be okie dokie, would it~?"

"Now, then--" Wiley brings his arms up in a signature villain-about-to-get-his-way move. "Shall we begin the procedures?"
Rai doesn't move.
Wiley does a :D and fingerguns at Rai, probably cuing. 
Rai does a little sigh but doesn't act immediately. He just beckons towards Dion, his gesture indicating he'd like the other to come closer to himself.

Hopefully Dion's good at lipreading, because Rai mouths "He's exaggerating" instead of saying it aloud.

"Wait. I have a question. Is the risk greater if we all go at the same time, or if we go one at a time? 3:1 ratio risk comparison, please," the cyber agent requests.
"No substantial difference," Wiley informs with a mad scientist grin as he seems to operate the machinery, though it looks kinda like he's chopping the machinery with his glove instead. It's like it doesn't matter that he has a hand in said glove. 
"Concern," Rai mutters. "Though efficient...maybe."

"Neither did I!" agrees Wiley, whose actions don't speak for his words. 
"Mood," Rai goes. He looks skeptically at what Wiley's doing.

Wiley stops to huff dramatically. "It's called efficiency of the highest caliber, boy," he informs.
"You could work on your typing speed a bit more to further increase said efficiency," Rai helpfully suggests.
He succeeds in getting a crackle of the laughter from the scientist. Wiley's laughter is like that spray of soda when one opens the can after having shaken it. "Shush."

"What? Is it not true?" Rai joshes. "What else can explain us still being here?"
"The reasons for our existence and you distracting me, Brown-Eye Rai Guy," Wiley retorts.
Instead of saying something else, the other repeats to himself, "Brown-Eye Rai Guy." He glances back at the scientist. "Is that new?"
"Who knows." Wiley shrugs, in the process nearly messing up his typing. Instead of scowling to complain about it, he does a goofy face at the cyber agent. "Now stop bothering me," he orders.
Rai raises his arms in fake surrender. "Alright, will do, your very royal highness." 

"Pick a random number," Wiley orders, though it's unclear if he's commanding Rai or Dion. It's within his nature to order both. After all, what's context to him? That's right. Irrelevant. Nothing.