Mykha Ginzo is sitting at his usual crummy desk, already staring right at Ori when they appear. His hands are braced on the desktop, his jaw is clenched, his ears are flattened to his head. He looks prepared for the worst—looks like he's been prepared for a while now. When he processes just who it is that's walked through the door, his posture slowly relaxes into something less fraught (though he never really appears at ease).
“Oh. It's you. I knew someone was coming, but sometimes that's bad.” He gets up and goes over to them without further explanation, stopping a few feet away—Ori always makes him feel strange, like if he got too close something weird would happen to the air particles. “We got some crap in the back if you wanna look.”
Without waiting for an affirmative, he turns and heads toward the yard.