"Um. Right. I'll just - be outside, then." Not nervous or filling up with anxiety about not knowing what to do at all. Nope. Not Ilya. The fleeting look of 'I'm doomed' followed by 'oh crap what if Dolemeck needs me, we're both doomed' are honestly as close to calm as he can manage to look. He really wants to object and it's written all over him in his face and body language, but... at the end of the day Ilya survived life by taking orders and backing down, so he didn't even have it in him to whine 'oh, come on' like a normal teenager.

Still, he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood as he steps outside, and he leans against the wall by the door, telepathically listening in. He's terrible at transmitting any messages but he can pick things up well enough. And he really doesn't want anything bad to happen to the nicest person he's met since he's gotten here.

It crosses his mind he could blow the doors off their hinges if something went awry, and that's kind of comforting until he realizes it means he'd be endangering Dolemeck, too. Why, he wonders, is he so explosive with his powers? A grimmer thought crosses his mind: maybe that is why he's not allowed to watch in-person. No telling what the dumb-muscle Chukchi could do in close quarters. That was what she really meant when she said 'caution' and 'dangers', that he was a bomb with a lit fuse being thrown into the fray.

Thankfully he doesn't have any self-esteem left or that would hurt. He doesn't, so he just sighs and focuses on listening in.