"Sure; let me know when." Because he's not sure he'll be able to tell when the spiritual power bit... happens? Still, he shuffles into place to hold up the talisman as directed, and it is - kind of a trial, honestly. Not in the sense that he can't handle directions, but Palamedes is not a robust kind of man but rather the kind of man who once infamously got winded going down some stairs. Despite his height, he is a bit wobbly the longer Jin Guangyao gives him these smaller directions.

So he's clearly never thrown a punch in his life, let alone been in real combat. He is mostly blue-grey dusters by composition (at least two of them, it's cold out!) and only armed if a scalpel in one of his pockets counts. He remains unsuspecting of Jin Guangyao's observation insomuch as he assumes, as a baseline, that his fellow Sleepers will size him up as a threat or not sooner or later; it's fine.

What he lacks in physical ability he makes up for in chattiness, as he has been rambling somewhat about Wards And Such since first taking the talisman, and has yet to stop: "—and that's why the curvature is one of my favorite areas of study. I've fiddled with a few obscure designs evocative of the ulna and the radius, for the subtlety of the bend— just wait 'til I get going, it's something to behold. D'you know how many bones are in an average bird wing?"

This may continue. Please, do the spiritual power.