His eyes drifted down and to the side, and he sighed after a moment. Stepping ahead, he stopped in front of her and held his hands up, so she would stop too. Gobo reached into another pocket and pulled out a small stack of what seemed to be postcards. These he held up, fingers pointing at the signature until she read it out loud: "Your uncle, Travelling Matt." Glimpsing at the rest will give Lexi the context of the card seeming to be an adventure; and more, as Gobo went from card to card to card... Lowering them so they were facing him now, he shook his head and sighed. Card, to card, to card...

Then, putting away all but one card, he took the map out again and unfolded it. Looked from the map, to the card, then hugged them both to himself, and dropped his arms. With a- genuine -sigh he waved the card to indicate himself, and then at the map, almost angrily so. His expression shifted, forlorn almost, and he turned to toss the map away. His now-emptied hand sank slowly as he watched it, and though he did go to retrieve it as he tucked the postcard away again, the complicated pantomime routine was still clear.