Despite the fact that Chuuya didn't need to eat or sleep, he still did those things once in awhile. And it shouldn't really be a surprise to anyone. After all, he'd only been a vampire for about five or six months now. Compared to eating and sleeping since he was seven (and obviously before that but hell if he could remember anything from then), it was hard to break those habits completely and he wondered when he'd stop entirely. Or at least not eat or sleep as much as Irina did.
He'd headed into work, on night shift as usual, and after awhile it was his break. While he again didn't need to eat, he still felt like grabbing something to eat at the buffet. So he went and made himself a plate, scanning the room for a place to sit and finding one near one of his bosses. "Hey," he greeted Phil. "Mind if I sit here?"