[ Matt blinks at the sudden clap, but the declaration actually makes him kinda ... smile? Mainly because he doesn't know what else to do when he feels this unbalanced. So it's a fluttering, crooked kind of smile, but a pleasant expression overall. ]

... Great, [ he concludes. Hatred expressed universally may math out to a form of neutrality. Still, it sounds exhausting. It takes more muscles to frown than to smile, Silco!

Matt huffs a sigh. Shakes out his fingers. ] Well, if we really used to know each other, you'd know lying isn't exactly my strong suit, so.

How did we know each other, by the way?

[ It's not the right question. But Matt hasn't figured out a better way to ask; all the phrasings his brain supplies involve way too much triangulation. ]