Serrah? Oh, that's funny. The clearly-teenaged boy looks at Salvio, then behind himself, and back.

"Me?" He shakes his head. Laissez-fair, like Salvio had just offered him a cheese plate and he's politely declining. "Nope. Carry on."

With hands folded behind his back, he moseys into the room, peering at the stacks of records and whatever else is on the tables.