Thomas sighed internally, everyone continuing the conversation without telling him what the hell was going on. [i]Way to be a leader[/i], he chastised himself. [i]You try to stop an argument, and everyone ignores you.[/i] Fortunately, the other group, including Calhoun, arrived at that point, though he had to imagine he wasn't making a very good impression, as ineffective as he was. At least Calhoun didn't seem to do that much of a better job than him in her handling of the situation, though he recognized that that wasn't a good thing.

He settled down as they talked, sending away his armor and Keyblade, and finally getting some grasp on what was going on. Okay, so apparently this King Candy guy, who Thomas hadn't met but had to assume was ruler of this world, had told someone that Vanellope was a glitch, whatever that was, and if she won this race thing then she could be killed or something. He didn't understand half of it, but it seemed as if no one believed him, and the bombshell Belle dropped kinda solidified that opinion. As inclined a she was by upbringing to hold the monarchy in reverence, some guy who stole the throne was not cool. 

Then there was a discussion about racing, with facepalm worthy ramblings from Reno about powerups and driving and whatever. Frankly, Thomas was actually glad when Reno took his place and he was put into the 'kill things' force. “Alright,” he agreed, relief seeping through in his tone, as he stepped to join that particular group divide. 

He looked over to Calhoun, reiterating a question he had asked before that had never been answered. “So, do you have some sort of plan for how to deal with the giant army of bugs that will come pouring out when the eggs in that nest hatch? I mean, 'let them come' doesn't exactly fill me with confidence.”