Lemm is reminded when he exits into the main shop just how disorganised he is right now. Nothing's where it should be, and it wasn't to begin with. All the rain in the City of Tears and he doesn't even know if he has a towel.

He snatches up a cleaning cloth he left on the counter and tries to tell himself it doesn't matter it still smells strongly of metal polish. On the way back he also swipes up an antique scuttle, because he can't find anything better to put trash in.

When he hurries back in, he thunks the scuttle down on the floor and immediately waggles the cloth at the Knight to try and shoo them away from the mess.

"Let me. S'my fault. Here."