He snorted, which he tried to cover with a cough, because he'd actually had this weird thought that she might try to eat that pigeon later. Better not to say that aloud. "Well, the nearest thing open is McDonalds, so it might not actually be much better than the pigeon," he joked and then muttered something into his earpiece before waving for him to follow her outside.
There was no trace of the teams of agents who had been set up outside, guns at the ready. Even the helicopter had gone, though they couldn't see it above they could hear it chopping away into the dark night. "It's just the two of us now, please don't break me in half," he remarked and shoved his hands deep into his coat pockets. Little flurries of snow fell and a cold gust of wind made him almost wish he'd kept the helicopter for the journey, even though it was only a few blocks.
"You want my coat?" he offered, giving her a sidelong look and wondering whether she was impervious to the temperature in that form. This was another question he filed away to ask if she accepted either of his offers.