It had been an agreement on both sides that they would meet publicly, to help assuage any concerns. No one with any sense would try something untoward in a public place. It's the smarter thing, to meet this way.

The scowl is an alarming reaction to what is clearly an Echo, and Nathan inwardly flinches. It's bad, isn't it? He's been so worried it would be bad. Part of him wants to ask, and another part of him does not. Does he really want to know?

But the decision is taken away from him when Micah speaks. The sensation is familiar enough to him now that he barely reacts visibly, but it happens all the same. He remembers it too, now. Crouched on the floor, dumping out the puzzle, speaking that exact phrase.

And while his reaction might be subtle, it seems that the Echo itself is not. Out of thin air, the puzzle materializes in front of him and he reacts scarcely in time to keep it from dropping to the ground and scattering the pieces everywhere. The puzzle is unassembled, and for now, the pieces sit in a pile on top of the tray. This is . . . unexpected. Nathan had never considered he would get any item Echoes out of a meeting.

He briefly glances about nervously. While people do sometimes make assumptions about him based on his unusual appearance, he is not one who makes it commonly known to the public that he is Numbered. Fortunately, it doesn't seem like any undue attention is being paid at the moment.

"It . . . is a little strange, yes." He has a bit more potential context for the statement than Micah does, of course. But with such a brief memory, he cannot say anything definitive about it.

Though it doesn't sound particularly promising.