He jogs over, pressing his hands together in a formalish bow once he reaches her.

"Miss, would you consent to taking a few photographs of my home? Home mountain, not a house or courtyard."

His tail behind him has perked up into the sort of sweeping, feline-esque curiosity of a person waiting on an answer, or the move of some object of interest. As it is, he expects the resolution to the current disaster will be all of them back on the Voidtrecker Express.

After all, each of them's still tethered to the damn thing, and a number of them (himself included) hadn't even opted to leave.