That sack of motion sick refugee is currently screaming its head off, yelling about wanting their gods back and adding to the cacophony at the camp. Not great, but not threatening at the moment - not while they're in Jingyi's grasp.

He slides down Jingyi's neck and head, careful to keep clear of his eyes, and lands just as the ministry worker leaves the tent. "Refugees, as far as we know. They're yelling about their gods, and this one attacked me." He gestures at the wiggling and wailing canvas tent clutched in Jingyi's claws. "We think a stabilizer might help?" He can't help phrasing it as a question - he's not sure of anything that's happening right now, but as always, technology remains his biggest blind spot.