He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and then closed it, before reaching over and grabbing his cigarettes. "Inside. Though if you guys are here, that could mean a lot of things. And damn, but I have so many snarky comments, and yet I dare not make them."<br/><br/>He sat down in the driver's seat, letting them decide which would take the 'sofa,' which the spinning chair, and which would stand by the door with his hand 'most definitely not resting on the butt of his gun.' "So, what can I do for agents of M.A.S.T.E.R? Though I have to say, that name is not endearing to good PR."