"And here I thought we were building rapport..." he murmurs, nodding at the flanneled Zari. If there's one thing he can handle, it's a speech. No promises on how it will be received, but here goes nothing. "That was actually my bad, I didn't know bringing you near the totem would Freaky Friday you two, hand to God or whatever deity it is you guys... anyway. That's not important right now. This world is facing a serious threat and the only reason your ancestor here, however she chooses to dress, is willing to help is because of Behrad. So - wondertwins - you're our only hope. I'm sure you're sick of hearing that, but it's why everything is happening so much."