"Oh me neither. Smells good though." He gave a hesitant laugh as he gave of a quick smile away from Landers. He scratched his head and ended up shrugging his shoulders. He was lucky about the whole weight thing, a diet of balanced MRE's, augments that require a shelf of calories daily and a lifestyle of lacklustre indulgence had at least slowed down the death-spiral of an agents fitness once they left field work. Unlike most, he didn't end up ballooned and unable to work. "I just pass it every day, curious but never been."
As they sat there in silence, he gave her a look as she asked about his most recent and bloody tussle. "Yeah... Fine... I've had worse." His mood quickly switched upon hearing her ask about his wounds, his face tightened up and his eyes beamed a stern gaze at her. He didn't seem to add anything else to the topic, quietly picking up the coffee cup again and sipping from it and leaving her question unanswered. He never really was one to talk about such a fragile moment as the aftermath of such a situation left him in a state of feeling more useless in a hospital bed than he does behind the Bundestag stands and office desks.
He didn't return to his held document yet... Still rocking slowly back and forth silently, looking away from her direction to gaze into the empty distance seemingly trapped in his own thoughts.
