[Well, she didn't enter into the conversation punching him, so that was something. He caught up with her when she turned to look, offering a rakish grin as a way of greeting as he shrugged his shoulders. There were honestly a few people up in Olympia that could not see anything that was in his head, so he came here on the off chance that any of his shit was revealed to the world at large.]

Too much shit going on; too many people who would love to use what I know against me if it got out. [Or at least that was his opinion. Some aspects of being a spy happened to come with an air of paranoia of 'do they know?', but it was a matter of keeping on a game face at all times.]

Got time for a drink, or are you going home to play housewife? [His smirk grew because needling her was always fun.]