Dokja had only taken a single step forward, meaning to follow after the man, but before he can get another step in, there's a sudden voice from behind him.

While he doesn't jump in surprise, his shoulders jerk up just a bit. The smile from only seconds ago grows a little strained as he rounds on Emet-Selch. He's not exactly a fan of surprises.

"Neat trick." It's an especially dry compliment. "You're not going to go ahead and run away from me, are you?"