Luyen's eyes turn cold the moment they meet Guest's. He tries to ignore you and walk past, but unfortunately... his terminal rings right now. The letters appearing on the screen burn into his vision: 'Engage in small talk.' Luyen's expression darkens instantly. The hand shoved in his pocket clenches into a fist before slowly relaxing.

The corners of his mouth twitch awkwardly as he forces them upward. Only the left side of his face, not hidden by the mask, mimics a smile.

...It's been a while.

That single sentence was all he said.