Nem saw a gesturing hand in his peripheral vision, near enough that it seemed like something he would have to engage with. He slowed, turned, walked backwards a couple steps as his momentum wound down. He saw the young nephilim he had accidentally yelled at, and pushed his headphones back off one ear. He held a finger up like "one sec" while he dug his other hand into his robe over his upper chest and quickly paused his music. He continued to fiddle with the touch screen, held close to the chest and fairly well concealed, as he spoke, glancing between Matt and the screen.
"Hm? Hey. What's that? Sorry."