[ Her expression shifts, brow tensing, lips pursing together. She's glad Gen corrects himself, because she almost spat out a big fat none of your business, before mentally restraining herself from doing so. She doesn't want to reveal too much of what happened between them, simply for Amos's sake, yet she also knows she can't give Gen nothing - not without seeming weird or suspicious. She keeps her eyes moving as they walk, scanning the crowds as they amble by. ]

I don't know? I guess he probably wouldn't. He left Venera in such a hurry...

[ Like he'd been running from something. That doesn't strike her as behavior from someone who will be living it up in the club - Amos has never shown himself to be very social, either. She can understand the merit in narrowing what kind of place he might be at— it's honestly not something she thought of, as she's the obsessive type that would rather check under every rock, starting impulsively with whichever one seemed the most likely. So, at last, she relents, spilling what little information she can muster of what his mental state is like, at least from her perspective. ]

I really don't think he'd be somewhere fancy or anywhere he'd stick out like a sore thumb. He doesn't want to be found. I mean, he told me he was gonna hurt me if I tried to stop him from leaving. That's how much he wanted to get away from everything.

[ The words are bitter and blunt. They serve both as context for where Amos might have receded to post fleeing, as well as warning to Gen as to what they might be walking into— she has no idea what he'll be like after a few days of slinking around, but she can only go off of what she saw of him last. ]

If I had to guess, he's probably somewhere... kinda broken down?