*spares a fairly disgusted look for the furniture in question* I'd torch all of it, if I had my druthers. But we need the kickback to help re-do the place.
Anyway. Food. *scrubs a hand through his hair and heads off, tromping down the ramp with you on his heels* There's a rumor of pizza or subs or something in the breakroom. Seniority gets us line-cuts, doesn't it?