"What's that supposed to mean?" Ronan asks, lips curving into a deeper frown, something between affronted and genuinely curious. Adam, at least, isn't falling all over himself to talk to Cheng. He's here because it's a better option than Kavinsky's narcissistic cockshow and, probably, to ensure that Ronan doesn't feel tempted to blow something up at Kavinksy's narcissistic cockshow.

Namely Kavinsky.

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, watching Adam curiously. "What is he not talking about?"