Kahlil is on his own bed, neatly made despite him sitting on top of it and a large tome open in front of him - one of the library texts that namelessly references the gods, as though pouring over again might reveal something he didn't notice the first time.

It doesn't.

He lifts his head as soon as the door opens and he hears two sets of feet instead of one. There's a flicker of surprise first when he sees a woman (another redhead), then confusion and recognition muddled together as his gaze flicks from her unfamiliar features to Jack's expression for some further confirmation.

"The ninja part isn't true. He just keeps telling everyone that."

Another flick of his gaze from one to the other as he unfolds from his place on the bed in one graceful movement and stands there with an air of uncertainty.

"Hello."