He knows they weren't lying. Right now this is all he's got in terms of... expressing. The two of them are really not too different in some ways. That's why it's easier.
"...Yes," he replies eventually, once they finish the long pause and dot the last word. "Well, then." Awkward. Or not. It depends how they take the ensuing quiet.
He knocks the elevator lever with a fist.
Lemm will quietly stick his hand behind the sign and rap the crossbar where it's fixed to the wall, addressing them with that silent information. Then it's business as usual, if anything with them is usual.
He checks in, casts a close look around, and retreats to lean backwards against the front of the counter. (Still covered with a mess of game-board and game pieces and ink and papers.) Lemm folds his arms.
no subject
He knows they weren't lying. Right now this is all he's got in terms of... expressing. The two of them are really not too different in some ways. That's why it's easier.
"...Yes," he replies eventually, once they finish the long pause and dot the last word. "Well, then." Awkward. Or not. It depends how they take the ensuing quiet.
He knocks the elevator lever with a fist.
Lemm will quietly stick his hand behind the sign and rap the crossbar where it's fixed to the wall, addressing them with that silent information. Then it's business as usual, if anything with them is usual.
He checks in, casts a close look around, and retreats to lean backwards against the front of the counter. (Still covered with a mess of game-board and game pieces and ink and papers.) Lemm folds his arms.
"Have you things to attend to?"