Miguel just nodded at the thanks, and gave Bertie a little smile. "Then we'll go get you a drink before anything else." It was going to be a quiet few minutes before they got to the food court, he thought, but maybe that was what Bertie needed? "We'll keep going."
They walked along in silence for a minute or so, while Miguel wondered if he should talk, what he should talk about, would phoning Sarah to ask her for help actually help, would Darcy know what to do, and all manner of things like that. He was not good at this bit, jammit.