Kaz had been about to respond to Farraige, but the thump makes him pause, gaze snapping to the door, tense. When there's no following explosion or opening, he relaxes exactly point zero one percent and tries to get his train of thought back on track, looking down at them all.

"As far as I'm aware," he says, not particularly projecting but still obviously trying to command attention with his reply, "This whole world is powered by the way we interact with each other — so you're probably right in thinking it's responding to our presence." The corner of his mouth curves, in something that could probably be called a smile, though it's too cold to be convincing. "So maybe we should all introduce ourselves."

He doesn't volunteer to go first.