Grey had himself spoken very little once things had settled down. He had initially tried to see to the Nagas wounds, but they... adamantly refused his offers. No, instead he spent his time sat on a nearby coffin, scribbling notes away in a notepad... Ever the dutiful employee, he was now writing a report of (what he believed to be) the end of this sordid affair. He made several notes and annotations, most advising a close eye to be kept on Tyrael. However, he was also sure to insist that something... foul was afoot, stuff above his pay grade. When Khan arrived, he saw Orleah first. He grit his teeth and tensed, but calmed when he remembered that the creature wasn't rogue anymore... He then realized Khan was here. [color=mediumpurple][b]"Ah, greetings my lord."[/b][/color] He said courteously, waving a hand. 

He was sure things wouldn't be... quite as peaceful as he had liked but he chose not to butt in too much to the conversation... he was mostly just making his presence known. Apparently one of the other students had been injured, but there were others to help her, his presence would only further complicate matters. Besides, if they needed him, they'd call for him. He put his writing utensils away after a while, pretty much stuck just sitting around.

A moment later, he felt... something. Some sort of ominous presence, a sense of dread. He kept quiet, though he was sure to reattach his shield and make sure his weapon was in reach.