No. Ky's exceptionally good at nagging, but the results haven't changed in the last six years: Sol will still largely treat it as white noise. It's about as annoying, anyhow. But for the moment? It's disturbing his peace enough that Sol plants one palm against the sand to push him up slightly onto a side to stare Ky down.

"Kid, th'day y'get in my head t'see how it works is th' day y'can nag me'n get an answer." A gutteral growl edged those words. "Y'don't know half what y'act like y'do." The answers to all of those amounted to something simple to him, yet no doubt complex enough for Ky: he was thinking about it, but he was markedly more easily set off while doing so now--he was going to blame being an over-sized killer lizard for it (...okay, so being a croc). And truth be told, he didn't really care about the people here all too much. Ky and Dizzy were as close as he got, and that wasn't really saying much given the population.

There was enough to make him skeptical about this place, but not enough to be able to do anything about it yet.