Most of the reason Devin notices Kit's approach is because a few of the inan disengage from crawling up his legs where he sits, and it's the bibiru he spots first. Then his eyes meet Kit's, and for several seconds his expression is blank while he tries to figure out how to deal with being seen like this.

He had not exactly been kind to Kit during their previous encounter. Understatement. And now he's covered in inan, with his guard down and a glimmer of his truer nature shining through. Bugger.

"So it would seem," Devin agrees, a little sheepishly. One of the inan - the one with a collar and therefore presumably his - jumps onto his shoulders with a quiet barking noise. She looks very pleased with herself. "I'm honestly not sure where they all came from." A different inan tries to chew on his shirt, and Devin prods it away. "Hey, that can't be good for you - you don't even eat food."