When Weston mentions Beila, Gomb bows his head somewhat before shaking it slowly. Not unless she turned into a rat thing herself, Sir. the possibility that they might actually have her down in the basement, somewhere in the stomach of the tentacle caterpillar is nothing the bird would like to bring up or indeed think about too hard, so he decides to leave out this detail of possible relevance.
The words "coin" and "contract" do, in turn, cheer him up significantly. Thank you, Mr. Weston, Sir. We'll keep looking. he chirps. But. Until then, we'd be happy to walk you back to the guild, lest you vanish again. I'd love to check if they plugged the trapdoor you Sir've been kidnapped through anyway.