[ He catches that lack of commitment, and yeah, that's fair enough. Amos knows that as far as Marc is concerned, he's just some guy. There's no reason to trust him, even if he does mean it. As long as Marc commits to Zenith — which is why he figures he's here, that he's going to — then the offer is a very real one.

And until then he can be basically friendly, giving a nod at Marc's name as he doesn't exactly smile, but doesn't not smile, either. An expression that turns a little sheepish as Marc effectively calls him out through plain facts and facts alone. ]

Yeah, sorry about that. No problems here. [ No enunciation on his end — not only does Amos have zero violent inclinations towards Marc, but he doesn't even have the regular kind of problems with him. ] I know what you mean, but think you're the only guy wearing that much white here, so, you know...

[ He shrugs, because it really was as simple as that. A very visible curiosity.

Amos follows it up by quirking an eyebrow. ]

That happen to you a lot? People you don't remember having problems with you?

[ Because from the way he put it, it kind of sounds like it might? And he isn't entirely unsympathetic to the notion. In Amos' case, it's more because he's unaware of the gravity of certain offences he's committed. In Marc's? Well, that's what he's asking. ]