He smiles warmly at the spell- a thoughtful gesture, one that plainly shows that Emet-Selch cares. He waits for the lift to start moving before leaning against the wall, posture relaxed in contract to Emet-Selch's stiff stance.

"Are you expecting to be accosted on the way to get drinks? Well, I do suppose you have a point. It wouldn't do to let our guard down too much in such a strange place."

When the doors open again he steps out and waits for Emet-Selch to follow before looking around curiously.

"Now then, I am sure there has to be a place to get drinks somewhere around here..."