Dorin isn't here in any sort of official capacity. Instead, he'd come along to be supportive and to follow the lead of his peers. Unfortunately, it's all a bit harder to watch than he'd expected. His well-honed caretaker instincts are making him fidget as each assessment unfolds and every non-trivial injury that's inflicted makes him frown or flinch subtly. Even his tentacles are twisting around restlessly on the inside.

Spotting Jack further up the hall, however, he does feel a small pang of relief. At least there's someone around that can help quickly and efficiently if it comes to that. He hesitates but gradually makes his way over to Jack, hooking his hands together behind his back as he offers the other man a small, tense smile.

"This is...something, isn't it?" he says quietly before clearing his throat and adding with what he hopes is a brighter tone, "They're all something. I mean. They're...very good at what they do."