Dignified manner or no, Emet-Selch remains slouched in his seat, leant back with his arms crossed over his chest and a perpetual frown upon his face. To his credit, however, at least he is not yet feigning sleep - nor does he seem particularly cross. And indeed, when he responds, his tone suggests that his stern countenance is merely his natural state of being.

"Well, there's a first time for everything. Not to spoil the experience for you, but you're in for a long and bumpy ride, no doubt. Personally I recommend airships, if more instantaneous means of travel aren't readily available. Less jostling - should one find himself a skilled pilot - and a far better view of one's surrounds, besides."