"Well, at least I'm not alone in that." Koschei ran a hand through his hair, pulling it back from his face a moment, another small frown crossing his face at the faint sense of an oncoming headache. He'd really hoped that those had been an artifact of being around his captors, not something more... persistant.
"You wouldn't happen to have seen a version of Theta around here with wild hair, wearing a leather jacket? And converses." If the drums were trying to wriggle their way back into his head, he'd have to find Theta. Or someone who could give him a hand in making sure they stayed out. "Or maybe Romana? Pretty blonde woman, a bit arrogant, dresses in formal robes far too often?"