"No, I hate needles," G confirmed, grasping Sam's hand though he didn't really need the help up. "Furniture is an unnecessary luxury."
Further quips remained unspoken when the door to the interrogation room opened and a man G could honestly say he hadn't been expecting to see walked through it. "Director Vance." Confused curiosity kept him from smirking as he otherwise might. "Pretty sure I get to expense items damaged under the boss' orders."
Though he took a seat, it was with a wary eye on Vance. Under normal circumstances, he'd be willing to trust Vance. But, given the manner of their arrival in this room, he felt justified in his current reserve. He did snort softly, however, at the suggestion he and Sam would have done quite a bit of damage to their assailants if given a chance. Raising an eyebrow, he waited for Vance to continue.