[ His lips twitch at her response, as though he wants to smile — something real, and genuine, and what he might have done before — and meets her toast, though the drink he takes is much smaller. He's running low, and he takes a moment to gaze into his tankard for that visual confirmation. Kinda wants to get a new drink— kinda doesn't want to abandon Himeka entirely, maybe. He'd have to for a couple of minutes to get something new, but ultimately, it'd prolong whatever this is.

He's gonna think about it.

Amos places his own mug back down, picks up his fork, takes another bite of something like a very, very hearty shepherd's pie while she muses out loud. Hums when he finishes chewing, finishes gathering his thoughts on that front. ]

Yeah. Something's up, only I got no clue what everyone's angle is. Politics have never been my strong suit. [ A beat, as he finds he really doesn't have a problem just talking shop with her. ] You run into that Free Cities delegation that came into the Primary Settlement just before all of this?

[ He doesn't even consider that he's essentially just told her he's been there and hasn't once sought her out. It's not relevant to anything, right? ]