<em>Bloody hell...</em>He took a prolonged drag from the cigarette and exhaled through his nose.<em>Maybe bird flu... that was a big concern in Asia.  But why come after me for this..?  They're bound to be trying to pin something on me... </em>He tried not to stare at the instruments, but to watch them in his peripheral vision.  "Can't say that I have... though I saw one guy last night, was vomiting in the gutter down by the shipyard.  Looked pretty loaded to me."<br/><br/>He panned his gaze over to the Japanese woman, giving her a once-over... he supposed that they might be telling the truth about her.  But that only heightened the feeling of danger.  He swallowed the coffee, noting that it wasn't quite hot enough to be used as a weapon.  He scanned the room, trying to identify if the officer left his automatic anywhere around... where was the officer's sidearm?  And were the white-coats armed?  They didn't appear to be, and the officer's pistol was at his hip... He stood slowly, hands outstretched mildly-- "just goin' t'brew a fresh pot, if you don't mind..." and started to head for the table-- unless prevented-- to start a fresh pot of coffee.