No, you didn't, but— It doesn't matter, he's not saying anything else on the matter or else they legitimately might fuck something up. Which is exactly why he lifts a hand, rubs across his forehead, huffs a sigh and decides he ought to focus on the actual matter at hand now: getting Five food so he can try to spatial-jump back to their homeworld. (Good luck, kid, it isn't gonna work.) Another thing he'll keep to himself and hope his brother doesn't get upset about it if he happens to find out that he knew.

“Alright, fine, let's get outta here.” Klaus drops both arms to his sides with an audible smack, jerks his head in the opposite direction then does a neat heel-turn and heads that way.