Evan grimaces. This new tree-dweller may basically be a cat, but his body language is surprisingly easy to parse, more so than Evan would have thought. The kiarr looked about how Evan had felt when he first realized he couldn't go home.

"Yeah, I know, right?" He stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jeans, not at all sure how to offer any reassurance. There's little that's reassuring about their situation.

Instead his eyes slide down the length of the hidden barrier, off far to their left. "Hey... my name's Evan. I don't think I caught yours."