There's no change in Kaz's expression as they go. Pale, cold eyes taking it all in, filing away things for later when it's him and Inej and Jesper. It's for that reason he makes small notations on a slip of paper in his palm, using the stub of a pencil. He doesn't need it to remember what's going on but to add markers to his map on the wall. They're known areas but nothing he's personally seen or been part of in his time there.

"You've both been here longer than I have," he says in a low, rumbling voice. "Were there outward clues to this war they were kidnapping people for or just timing they were snatching people just as a war started?"

It's a thought that keeps rolling around in his head. It felt convenient that war had started, but then he hadn't been there long at all.