Bene's head pops up to attention, clearly still working off the instinct of being Byerly's assistant, and he swerves to join him.

"You're not going to believe this shit," he mutters, gesturing to the scroll in his hand, "it came just a hair too late, you would've loved it." His eyes cut to the face of the-- is that an urchin?-- behind Byerly's shoulder, but he doesn't register him as anyone significant just yet.