Orcelito is silent while processing this, though his eyes narrow as he glances from the doors to the panels. He knew this setup was going to be trouble, but honestly... well, there’s no helping it; the miners have a right to guard their work. Klonoa is more agile and knowledgeable than he is, so switching places is not the best option.

"I'll go get it. Please stay here and..." Don't move? He knows that. "I'll return soon." And once assured, he'll slip off swiftly.