Dextera nods, as if that’s the reassurance he was looking for. He has no sense of Emet-Selch’s age, given his physical form looks relatively young, but a second opinion from anyone is appreciated. His own knowledge spans far and wide, but it’s limited only to his experiences on Earth. If they’re somewhere else entirely…

He’d like to ask his partner from where his knowledge comes, and he spends a moment in thought before diligently working to arrange some gravel and other debris into a readable shape. It’s one simple question— “Where?”

Just to ensure the question gets through, he gestures with both dirtied hands to Emet-Selch himself.