[It doesn't quite make Koschei jump. He's aware that there are others wandering between the pods, and if he cared to he could spread his focus out enough to have a fair idea of who might be close.

Then there are the footsteps, of course. Faint, but always a giveaway. He doesn't look up at the interruption, though his hand snaps back to his side in a quick recoil. His lips quirk for a moment - from this angle it's hard to tell if it's a smile or irritation.]

I feel like I'm in a toy shop. [He turns, raising an eyebrow] Or a gallery, perhaps. A specimen cabinet? I'm not much more reassured than I might be looking at a jar of pickles.

[Its a smile now, definitely, but still difficult to tell quite what it means. And then his eyes widen, a gentle play at helplessness, and he looks fine. Tame.]

How about you?