Estinien's pause, his apparent befuddlement are noted, but not a whole lot Amos can do there. He glances at his empty mug he'd set down on the tabletop when he'd finished his drink, idly wonders if he should order another before Estinien speaks up and gets his attention back.

He considers everything he says, thoughtful look on his face, before giving him a nod. "Dunno who else I'd meet up with," or why, "but secure communication's good. It's probably worth it, yeah."

He hadn't needed a whole lot of convincing. Point out the practicality of something and Amos'll probably go for it. Which just brings up his other problem: meditation's never been something he's seen the value in. He's already pretty naturally laid back; generally does a good job at keeping his anger at bay. (Except it's still there. Getting out of jail had been as simple as stepping through a couple of portals. There's a part of him that's still itching for a fight.) That comes more from being detached as a person than anything spiritual, though. Or anything remotely productive.

"I've never meditated," he follows up his previous acceptance of Estinien's pitch. Good idea, absolutely no clue as to how to execute it. "I know some people were able to get back there. Probably explains why I haven't. Do you just... like, sit there and think about it?"

He's probably capable of that. Maybe. Shit, hopefully.