There is a strange feeling about the archon that makes it... difficult. On one hand, a familiar figure is better than none at all. Diplomatic relations are usually handled by Jean, but being Quartermaster usually lead to himself joining in on matters. There’s a safety of ensuring diplomacy from their positions alone, or so he hopes.

However, old talks of Khaenri’ahns, certainly buzzed in the back of his brain. A strange dance he was both amazing familiar with and also set him off balance.

The entire ship beginning to tilt again slightly, only makes him frown just a bit more. “Well that is indeed a problem,” Kaeya pipes up, grabbing onto something before he finds himself back on the floor. “And my apologies for my incorrect conclusion, Mademoiselle Furina de Fontaine.... and quite deeply troubling given everything going on...”

He would gesture to her if it weren’t for the ship’s annoying movements. “If I may be so bold, do you have any idea what is going on here?”

It sadly rules out any hope that this entire thing was something else, an unfortunate final revelation that they are indeed in one of the worst case scenarios. However, any information would be lovely to have. Seeing as they recognize each other, and more importantly who they are and their positions in their own nations, there’s no point in playing the fool.