Mark was not paying any particular attention, but he did hear the tell-tale hints of someone moving at superhuman speed. As he was not on duty, he did not focus and listen to the details beyond the vague direction the speedster traveled in and for the cries of any victims. Without the latter, Mark simply did not care. And although he could experience the frozen yoghurt on a level that human taste buds could never reproduce, the stuff was barely a distraction - in fact, he had yet to begin to consume it. Even eating it was pointless because offered next to nothing in the way of nutritional value.<br/><br/>Being spoken to brought Mark into the present. His brown eyes took in the green-skinned individual, and Mark nodded. Mark smiled in turn, showing a hint of pristinely straight and white teeth.<strong>"Indeed it is. There is not much to it, nutrition-wise, but sometimes it is nice to just have something nice, right?"</strong>Mark replied, not regarding the green-skin's question as odd or oddly phrased - Mark was just socially obtuse enough not to pick up on that verbal idiosyncrasy.<strong>"Would you like to try some?"</strong>The young man offered, trying to be generous and courteous. He held the cup containing froze yoghurt out at arm's length towards the green-skin with his right hand, and a plastic spoon in a sealed plastic wrapper with his left.