Lemm is vastly reassured, even if he only responds with a nod. Another time is about as good as a next time and he'll take that as a sign it hasn't gone too badly. (Also, there will be someone else riding with him, so... yes, he may have been fishing a little bit there.)

He nods. "I'm amenable, and anyway I'll need a break when I get back - I'm a fair bit rustier than I thought." He considers asking what's so important in the Resting Grounds. Are you stupid enough to ask that question? snaps the one part of him with any decorum, and he keeps his mouth shut.

When they reach the Station entrance, Lemm does not stop or steel himself or think about what to say before going in. That way lies madness, probably. Instead he strolls up to the platform's edge and stands there, ordinarily as any bug, and addresses the Stag that he just now realises has been waiting here the whole time oh no. The Knight was right.

Lemm opens strong: "Stag."

The Old Stag watches him, fairly nonplussed. "Relic Seeker," he offers right back in a friendly enough tone, "and two-!"

"City Stor-" interrupts Lemm accidentally, and immediately the fight goes out of him. His hand comes to touch at his forehead, not quite a facepalm, and he shuts his eyes against the sheer force of Shame: The Sequel.

"...Two little ones, this time," the Old Stag finishes, looking at him to see if he's going to do it again. He is doing an absolutely top-notch job of masking a glimmer of amusement, because he is a professional. "City Storerooms, did I hear?"

Lemm forces himself to straighten out and stop cringing. "Yes." He is silent. Dead silent. Then he remembers himself at the last second and in the stiffest voice in the world the Stag receives a... "Thank you."

He steps aside and gestures rather intensely at the Knight. Maybe they'd like to pick a station on the map and get on first that would be great.