...basically, silhouetted there in the dark, they look unexpectedly gorgeous, and Kit needs a minute to rein his thoughts back under control, because he's definitely not supposed to be here for that. He clears his throat.

(dwarves return to the Stone in death, huh? awkward.)

"More information," he repeats, nodding his head in agreement, and drags his attention back towards the rest of the chamber around them, most of it cloaked in shadow. Then he nods and falls into step behind them, motioning ahead. "I think the engine room is that way. I smell old smoke and oil." Strong signifiers for fuel no matter what universe you're in, he suspects.