[Zelgadis had found the kitchen and was sitting in a chair, trying to get the hang of the iMog slate. A good thing his gloves are fingerless.]

[He looks up, hearing the sound of wingbeats, but he was pretty sure that wasn't the Moogle assigned to him. But there was another person with the Moogle... definitely not then.] Yes?

[He couldn't help tensing, expecting some kind of freak-out. Sure, Mogesta had said the natives were used to many species, even ignoring everyone pulled from the Dream Width, but this was another new arrival.]