[Were Xigbar anyone else, the warping of space might have gone completely unnoticed. To him, however, it's as good as a sudden flare of light in the darkness, and the fact that he can sense a Heart up at the top of the railing besides only confirms it. (As interesting as the city is, he hasn't failed to notice that the inhabitants - if they can be called that - aren't people in any sense of the term he'd use.)

It's enough, too, that he doesn't startle in the least bit at the sound of a voice. He turns, of course. How could he not, and he cranes his head up to where Emet-Selch is sitting as easily as anything. Not that this offers any more of a sense of who he is, of course. The hood stays firmly where it is, and if anything peeks out from under it it's nothing more than a faint glimmer of yellow from Xigbar's one remaining eye. Surely not enough to base any idea of who he is as a person off of. The easy and almost nonchalant shrug that follows... that says a bit more. Enough for a start of an idea.]

Guess you're just gonna have to consider me a gate-crasher then. Or maybe... an interested party.

[The tone of his voice suggests that he doesn't matter too much one way or the other. Nor does he sound immediately hostile, should it make any particular difference.]

But if it's conversation you're after, it might be a little easier to manage eye-to-eye.