In return, M just shoots him a look.

"I refuse to cut our night short because you spilled salsa on your lap," he replies as he allows the plate to be taken.

This wasn't a day off... was it? Was he now someone that took days off? His duffel was still under their feet, so surely that must count for something... right?

"Yeah. With the undifferentiated urban cells doing their thing to the Apartment, we may want to until it's done." There is a large bite of his aloo chaat before he continues "It doesn't do anything too weird, but sometimes it gets a little too unnatural for people."