Senjen kept himself relaxed. Light was getting worried, clearly. Perhaps it was not a surprise for a QV, but he had a hard time keeping much of anything hidden. If the Chekeri were trying to intimidate them, though, Senjen did not seem particularly intimidated. He stood his ground, and did not back off a step. “There’s no reason to get off on the wrong foot here. I do like your look, you know. A nice, bold color to contrast over obsidian feathers.” He said, studying the expression of the one who had approached him. 

“I know you can’t take my measure like you do to other organics, but you’ve just got to have some faith, like the rest of the species do. I can’t honestly say I know who sent the message, but I know we’re meant to be here tonight.” Senjen said.