If Amos was, say, his Aunt Pol or his Grandfather or even Silk, that barb might have had some sting. But given that Amos might as well have been a Tolnedran trade comissioner, as far as he's concerned... he simply raises an eyebrow as if to say that yes, it was supposed to be obvious, please, catch up. But he doesn't stick to it, instead moving on.

"I've been trying to figure out the purpose each one of the people here might be able to serve. And I've been searching to see what clues I can find, since I've been able to see things others couldn't before."

He tilts his head just a little at Amos, as if to ask if he had another question.