Altan looks up - and up. Being only about five and a half feet tall, Altan comes up about to Gadriel’s navel. While he, of course, knows nothing about the Imperium of Man, he has by this time an embedded emotional reaction to very large men in armor. (And a certain hindbrain reaction to a massive mountain of muscle, but he’s not thinking about that right then).

He frowns in surprise and bemusement, and after letting the moment of shock pass, says, gingerly, “Well, hello, Valor. That is how it’s supposed to work, isn’t it? Especially here.” Meaning, to his own mind, the Fade. He shuffles around Gadriel so he can nod in Aella’s direction. “You seem like you’ve been here a bit longer than I have - why is she doing this, d’you think?” ‘This’ gesturing at sort of the totality of Caldera.