The fleetingly odd look on Seoraj's face is a realization - presumably that he really did just ask that out loud instead of stifling it in his head, and the lack of an answer makes him wonder what made him think he might get one. He shakes his head, pushing his hair back (clean, damp, unbraided) and turning his attention back to the tea he's supposedly drinking.

“No mind,” he says, putting it down to tiredness instead. A long few days. It is what it is. “I've an ear to the ground here. There's them as have decided.” What they think happened; what it means, moving forward. And it's interesting, the times when Seoraj does and does not lump himself in with 'the locals'.