Klaus pointedly does not, by any stretch of imagination, even move to raise his hand at all. He glances around the room to see if any of the rest of-- him??? raise a hand, but he isn't expecting much on the support of that statement. Because they all look just as confused as he feels. So.

"Kay, so... that's settled..." he mutters uncertainly.



The Klaus sporting the cut above his eye is still just as bewildered as the rest of them. He doesn't have a single clue what is happening, or even a theory of how it could be real. "So, uh-- will the real Slim Shady please stand up, cause this shit's givin' me a headache." He rubs at one temple as if to drive the point home that much further.