Right. I can see that. [Blimey, this new frustration of his seems to be coming from two separate sources entirely. On one hand, he's kicking himself for not remembering sooner. (Or at all... because he really doesn't recall meeting Liam earlier this morning), and on the other, -- yes, Emma. He can read. Go figure.]

Must have. [Alright now, there's little point in getting short with her. It's not Emma's fault he has the memory of a goldfish. So he lets his breath go and leans back, lightening his spirits as if by the shake of his head... also in refusal to take a better look at the paper in her hand.] Good thing you dropped by then, isn't it? To say 'hi', that is. [He shoots her a mindful smirk, quickly fleeting as his eyes drop to his desk again.] I'm not trying to cause any trouble, Emma. Trust me--if I were, you'd know. I'm just sorry you're caught in the middle of... [But he shakes his head, giving a passive sniff as his thumb idly traces the the metal object in his hand.] Forget it. Thanks for visiting.