Inigo's jaw drops open. There's a tendency - perhaps childish, perhaps worried - to whine back at Jingyi. To ask the other why he is please-ing Inigo here, as if Inigo has the solution to this entire situation. He's at least figured out what's got the people so worked up, or rather, what's drawing them towards him. It's how he got these people into Jingyi's net in the first place.

But thinking further, figuring out how to calm them down again, that's harder. And Inigo is usually not exactly the man with the plan - although it also wouldn't be the first time that he's shoved into the position, having to be that, exactly because there's no one else to do it.

He frowns, really trying to think.

"I don't know-- It's not like praying is going to do any good. It's just making them more mad." So trying to call the gods out to the wasteland? That definitely isn't going to work. It'll just get the people more worked up. "It seems that they're mad about the gods of this place, but I have no idea how to reverse that! I'm not even sure what got them all mad at exactly the same time in the first place!" Inigo pauses, really trying to think. "It's like something happened to them overnight, switching them entirely.."

But what was it? What was it? Inigo has no idea. He woke up with someone's hands around his throat. He had no time to spy on whatever might have happened in the night, even as he desperately tries to think about it here.