"Ah, yes..." Alla tapped a finger against his lips, considering the concept. Even the other servants, at home, kept him behind a wall of courtesy, and the many nobles, though they viewed him with contempt, did the same in their backhanded sort of way. He wasn't certain how to not stand on ceremony, or he supposed, in this world, fly on it? He had no experience of casual interaction, but more than a little observation watching people, which at least gave him ideas. Probably bad ones. Still, he thought he could do it.
"I understand, Evan," he said, a bit proud at just first-namedropping such a new acquaintance.

Meanwhile, Alla shook his muscles loose and aimed his torso toward the ceiling. He flailed his arms and legs as if he was swimming. The spasms transitioned to liquid motion as he fluttered higher. As he reached the opening, he gasped, fluttered lopsided, almost fell, but righted himself just in time. The 'door' was plenty big, but still he fussed over hitting something, as if scraping an edge would drop him down like a stone.