Lemm tracks the motion of their Wings without moving, still bent near-double. He has always had an eye for details, and picking out a person's tells may be different but that doesn't mean it's been hard to learn the Knight's. Not when he's watching for them.

He has been watching rather a lot for some time.

At the aborted sentences and unsettling atmosphere, Lemm slowly straightens himself back up, disappearing overhead behind the lip of the counter, and he takes a moment. He heaves a soft sigh. One hand slides up against his face and rubs tiredly at his eyes, and he throws out any notion of going back to bed. He commits once again to the idea that he is the least personable bug in Hallownest and he is going to try, anyway.

Relic Seeker Lemm sets aside the crowbar, braces both hands against the edge of the counter, and gingerly (stiffly) lowers himself down to sit on the floor of his shop opposite them with a mild grunt. He crosses his legs and smooths out his beard.

"Something's wrong with you," he grumbles, sounding about as tactful as a block of wood.

The point: they have his full attention. The point, too, is that he is aware there is something wrong with them.

Whatever the anything is, he got it loud and clear.