The slits of his pupils have gone wide, tail twitching, ears forward. Kaz paces back and forth a few times. For all this apparent concentration, he's still getting stymied by this magic concept.

He exhales, then begins to reframe it in his mind in terms that are more logical. The conversation with Samus comes to mind; "magic" is just science you don't understand, right?

This is a psychologist they're dealing with, so he must be exploiting perception. Minds can be lazy and susceptible to suggestion. He increases his pacing into large circles as he clears away the barriers of thought and focuses purely and exclusively on his senses.

One more lap past the glassware shop and he catches something in his peripheral vision. A door? Plain as day! How did he not see it before?

"I think I've got it. And one hell of a headache." He flips his sunglasses back down and lays a paw on the door before he loses it again.