The young man he’s pointed to raises his shoulders up around his ears, as if in defense. But his expression is more flustered than upset or annoyed. He quickly hides his own scrap of parchment behind his back, as though this will stop Emet-Selch from having probably already seen it.

“I-I don’t know,” he replies, almost sounding guilty. “I just got here. And I can’t seem to teleport...?”