It's obvious that he hears it, and his expression softens slightly, but Izunia is also smart enough - has learned enough - to not push. Let him talk and it will come out at its own pace.

"And I find plenty enough to keep me occupied - expeditions like this one, though usually not as frustrating, every five to six weeks - Oh," and here he looks more than a bit sheepish. "I should have set up a stabilizer here while we talked, they take about an hour to start to function..."

Sometimes, the Founder King is a bit of an idiot. He pulls a device from his Armiger, a bit of a spike with machinery on the end that bears some resemblance to a virus, and presses a series of buttons along the upper end by feel. "Think you could find somewhere a bit out of the way to stick this? Give it an hour and it should at least minimize our sensory difficulties, at least in this corner."