[He blinks once or twice before harumphing a little, crossing his arms a bit.]

Of course it's a good idea, I always have-

[Of course, crossing his arms causes the maps to fall out of his arms, the boy making a small hissing sound to keep from cursing as he picks them back up.]

I always have good ideas! And we naturally can't trust the maps given to us by our captors. Of course they're going to lie to us.

...Westport?