"From a script, rather." Comes a gentle correction. He offers a glimpse of said script to the man of...questionably sloppy dress. Appearances are not paramount here, so it's not given more than a glance before returning to the conversation at hand.

"IT seems we've found ourselves as the unwitting participants in their little performance." He snaps the script shut. "Charming." Emet-Selch concludes flatly, obviously not very charmed.