He nodded, and turned to one of the nearby officers, ignoring the angel, figuring that was the worst insult he could give her after calling her a fake. "Sorry about the mess. Got anything to eat? Both me and the white one here are famished."<br/><br/>He apparently hadn't been out long, but it still felt like his head was wrapped in something light and fluffy. Like a cloud, or cotton, or between Elizabeth's breasts. He waved to the other team mates, figuring someone would like to start yelling.