...Vespa... rings a bell. Less so than the Hive as a majority, just by the way bugs wrote their records and included what was on their mind. Either way Lemm can glean from context who that must be, and he nods.

"I'll lean on that, then. No sense second-guessing someone I've never met." It's acceptance, anyway, an agreement that he's content to borrow if they're content to lend.

...They are being obvious at him.

Lemm pulls a face and does some exaggerated head-flip eyeroll gesture, clearly caught out.

"Aye, aye! Well! Not all of us sense through our face, so you can put that smug look back where it came from!" He should have guessed, though. The biology doesn't add up no matter which way you look at it.

...Still.

"Urgh. Made a few blunders I think."