Kevin wandered up to the two women, a package of frozen broccoli pressed against his forehead. Stupid bloody kitchen. Bad enough the staff won't listen to me, now the kitchen's gone into revolt. He was mortified that he'd been knocked out, but to be woken up by one of his own commis chefs... he'd never live that done. Least the rocking was done, though. "Ladies," he said, plopping down in a seat near Katie, barely registering that one of them was his breakfast buddy from earlier in the day. He looked down at his watch absently, since the other woman had mentioned it. He winced a little seeing the cuts on his arm, but he ignored it. Wasn't like he'd never cut himself before. "Huh. Mine's stopped too. Must've banged it on something." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a slightly smushed pack of cigarettes. "Anyone mind?" he said, pulling one out with his lips.