Oh! Pahja's tail and ears perk up at the mention of a Huntmaster, even if there isn't one here -- it's familiar enough that it sets her more at ease than anything else about Zenos so far. Actually, everything about Zenos is the exact opposite of 'set at ease', but that's just the nature of the beast. As it were.

The fact that he... is not quite as laser focused on her is also disconcerting, and has her wondering if there's another shoe that's going to drop. But... in fairness to him, Zenos isn't that sort of person. He's direct. Murderously so.

Chewing her lip, she frowns. Part of her wants to ask what the hell is going on, but the other part of her -- the part that is fond of both Emet-Selch and Elidibus -- is content to just... see where this goes. "I suppose you could travel further afield in the name of recon for... doing something to help."

It doesn't feel like they can do much, though. But there has to be a way, there must.