Dextera knows well that Emet-Selch is not a friend to the Pleroma, as none of the Kenoma are, but their encounter before had been cordial—Dextera remembers him as even being friendly, although most people would probably not categorize it that way. That’s the only thing that keeps him from skittering off at the sound of a voice, but there’s a guilty look on his face as if the man is capable of reading Dextera’s mind for the solutions he was already turning over in his head.

As the guilt subsides, though, his natural bend to authority takes its place. He looks to Emet-Selch without running away, though his head is bowed slightly, and his expression seems to ask only one thing: what can they even do here?