[ That's... not the reaction he expected. Laughing it off, maybe. Defensiveness, or pointing out to him that they had no reason to be sure the rubble had triggered what just happened, or -- anything like that.

His brow furrows in uncertainty and he drops Tylor's arm again. Michel's always hated empty smiles. But seeing Tylor's expression without one is strangely discomfiting. ]

Is that... really what you think we should be worrying about right now?

[ But there's less bite in his tone than just a second ago; an uncustomary note of doubt creeps in in its place. ]

I don't know. An NPC. Part of the setting...

[ He trails off, staring at the statue head rather than at Tylor's unreadable expression. Focus on the facts, collecting information. He can do that. ]