Emet-Selch is already waving his hand, trying to hide his scowl as he lets himself be pushed and moulded into a space. Settling down is easy enough, and it means there is room to spare for his two companions to sit wherever they best please - and he is already well prepared for Pahja to clamber upon their laps and make herself comfortable there.

Leaning back, he closes his eyes for a moment; he's sure that the brightness of his own aura, whatever it may be, is glaringly obvious to the two of them, baring how he best feels.

"There has been one before, I believe," he replies eventually, voice slow and easy. "Though nothing of this temperament. I think this is far stronger - the train has been struggling for some time with its passengers and the tethers."