[Though it's hardly unusual for Amelia to be straightforward and concise, something about this particular instance hits him a bit differently. He nods at her suggestion, the envelope in his own hand momentarily forgotten, and while he steps aside to clear the way for her to head through the door first, he can't help but steal a glance at the flyer.]

Oh— this is for an art show, yes? A photography exhibit. I remember hearing about this not too long ago, it had actually caught my interest. Are these friends of yours involved?

[He almost regrets asking that last bit. Perhaps he should have left well enough alone, but the event itself seems fairly innocuous.]