Kingsley was hardly paying attention to the food he was eating; he'd brought a few old case files down to the cafeteria to read, scouring them for any new information on the cult members they hadn't been able to arrest. Well, he amended, new old information. Something in here had to lead somewhere.
He looked up at the voice, and grinned. "Course not." He gathered up his files and moved them aside to make room. "See you had to settle for cafeteria food as well."