Indeed Kimeya did not take the hand offered to him to help him into the cab, but more so out of the fact that he did not need it rather than any pride he felt.  His things were in the seat just below him, but not being able to see them made him just a little nervous.

Conversation should have distracted him, but internally, Kimeya was sighing.  Why speak, if you had nothing to say?  He did not need the silence to be filled.  But if Elliot did, Kimeya would have to indulge him in that too.

"I suppose.  Mostly, they are things I neglected to replace before now.  But what fun is dinner unless you make it fun?"