There's silence for a moment, as he watches her watching him. There's the map, yes, glittering on behind and around them, but he knows all too well that it's the little things that matter. And in any case, he's seen the map before. It's an old distraction for that it is a distraction; while there's a part of him that does want to do nothing but spend his time carefully prising out its secrets there's a larger part that has turned instead to the real scavenger hunt.

Which is not, of course, to say that there isn't a flash of anger in his eyes at the implication that she'd saved him for last, but it's mostly mollified by the implication that this is something that needs time; time that he's assuming the others didn't have.

"And they didn't even think to tell me, even after all the hard work I put in, setting things to rights after... after."

There's a brief and expansive gesture in lieu of the rest of the sentence, a poor cover for the fact that he can't bring himself to directly mention the explosion and subsequent destruction of Old City Sanctuary.

"Really, it's enough to sting."

Of course, the only person on the Sanctuary that he'd been at least tolerably friendly with had been Henry and he knows he hadn't really wanted to make himself friendly besides once he'd made his exit. And really, he's not fooling anyone about the fact that his comments are as much bitterness as anything, even if it comes as a sort of cover for everything else he's been feeling.