You're clever, and something in the unremarkable man's expression flexes toward some unpleasant twist of humor. Why yes, thank you for noticing. As a matter of fact, he is.

(And: two steps. His attention lowers to the space remaining between them, to his own hand wrapped around the handle of the borrowed cane, and then finally rising back to the man sharing this narrow corridor with him.)

"I can certainly understand how you might feel so. But no,"—the foot of the cane clicks softly against the floor as Ralston shifts to extract himself before the door; he clears intends to take his leave, ejecting himself from this conversation as promptly as he's able—"I don't find it particularly confusing at all."