Briefly, he glanced over at Mayhem, but otherwise didn't react to the touch. They had a lot of catch up on once there was a private moment, quite likely after the meeting ended. That being said, he did shift his attention between the man next to him and Fury as the conversation continued to devolve. Mayhem had always been a sassy thing, to the point of Murder jokingly calling him an angry Chihuahua. He grabbed his cup of coffee but paused halfway to moving it to his mouth at Fury's follow up concerning training time. Loudly, he scoffed and muttered, "Fuck that."<br/><br/>It seemed that he wasn't the only one when he heard a heavy sigh from someone else. Looking over at…Bella, was it? Either way, Murder made a sound of agreement. "Yeah, fuck going with him. There's gotta be other bars nearby. Hell. This place is fancy enough that I might be able to mix up a few drinks, myself. They won't be the best thing ever, but it beats going with stick up his ass." He nodded towards the doors to indicate Fury. "I refuse to get up at 6:30, though. I've spent the past year and a half working nights for Christ's sake. 6:30 is when I normally<i>go to bed</i>."<br/><br/>He rubbed the side of his face, the coffee doing absolutely<i>nothing</i>to wake him up. Murder glanced over at the other former Hydra member when she announced her plans to join Fury. He simply nodded and went back to his food. Though, he paused to glance over when another person filtered out of the meeting room. This time, one of the Asgardians. With how things seemed to have simmered down a bit, he started turning his full focus onto the remains of his food but was quickly interrupted by chanting.<br/><br/>Seeing Calista abruptly change after an impressive lightshow caused Murder to sharply cock his head then he<i>sighed</i>. "I was<u>forced</u>to come. It was either show up 'willingly' or get thrown in prison. Fury could have dangled a fat check in front of my face and I wouldn't have come." From what Mayhem had said, the other man seemed to be here under similar circumstances. "Sorry, but as far as I'm concerned, the world can fuck off. I got most of my life stolen from me and I don't really have much incentive to save the world."<br/><br/>Once she'd left, Murder shook his head and took a bite of his burger. Well, at least he'd managed to pack all the essentials, including his stash. Which made him wonder if he'd be able to even find a dealer that sold what he liked. "This is some bullshit."