[Dhaos blinks at the sudden transformation. That was...different. Then he begins to feel rather irritated that even here he was being brushed aside dismissed again. And wasn't that ultimately why he was here in the first place? His brow furrows as he remembers someone who had been caught in the crossfire caused by this sort of situation.]

...I hope Martel is unharmed... [The utterance is barely worth calling a whisper, and not something he thinks would really catch any of the other angels' attention, absorbed in conversation as they are.]