Meanwhile, Kravitz is... distracted. He doesn't know the story with the doors- he missed that experience, thankfully, and no one is certainly lining up to talk about their trauma- but he has a specific reason to be afraid of this.

Kravitz was keeping himself at the back, using some enhanced senses to keep watch, and thankfully able to see over most of the group. Which means as soon as he sees the sigil, he knows what it is, and his hand crosses over to press his palm heavily over the back of his hand. His mark matches. The dark blue, the magic that moves underneath it, it all fits.

He doesn't really know what to say, other than to slide his eyes to Lup's, the only one he knows who's certainly seen it.