The mood does kill any novelty he might have normally gotten out of riding the Tram. His mind is elsewhere. It's just - he doesn't know, and he can't know until they explain, and they can't explain without writing, and that takes effort and a clearer head than he suspects they have and he doesn't want to make them try because none of it is their fault.

The rattling, noisy silence of the moving Tram at least gives him time to think, but he's grateful when it stops.

Lemm braces a hand on the back of his seat to push upright, and makes to leave -

- ah.

He comes to stand in front of them, instead.

"...Not in the mood for a walk, then?" He - will, if that's the case. Only - whatever it is - it seems suspicious that they've decided to have a sit down about it.