One of Dirk's eyebrows stays up; the other returns to what might be considered 'resting position,' even if Dirk's got one of the most inhospitable resting faces of any human in history.

He glances from the marionettes hanging from the ceiling to the smuppet in Emet's hands.

And the faint uptick at the corner of his lips doesn't dissipate back into a flat line.

"You think this is surprising?"