There is notably no protest as he is led away from the 'camping' area. While Emet-Selch's frequent grumblings certainly make his displeasures known, his silence could often speak just as loudly. This serves as one of those very intentional allowances as he walks alongside his friend, hand in hand, giving their hands an endeared squeeze before he lets go. It's accompanied by the briefest of fond looks of encouragement before looking elsewhere. As if he could see such wishes as clearly as the colors of his soul.

He lets out a sigh as he puts a hand to his chin and examines some of the leaflets stuck to the nearby wall. Perhaps there is a map they could use posted on the wall...? "If there is any consolation, it is that you need not see to the strangeness of this ship alone."