[ Matt can't tell what Liem's expression might mean, even without the barrier of tinted lenses to separate them. But his words, at least, he reads loud and clear. ]

Oh, [ he says, clearly disappointed. ] Well, um, if you're sure ...

Then I guess I'll see you later? [ Something about this feels unfinished, but Matt doesn't know what. Nor is he sure what he might ask Liem to clear things up. "Are you mad at me" is the kind of painfully clingy question he strives never to voice, and besides that, it's inelegant. There are so many other feelings that can move a person. ] Thanks for the tip, about ...

[ He gestures in the direction Liem's come from. Technically there are stairwells down all up and down the Campania, but he recalls there being one nearby. Though before he can make himself walk past, he finds himself adding: ]

Are you sure I can't at least send you off with some good luck?