He glared at the back of her head, mostly on the principal that she had managed to hit two distinct possibilities that he had been pondering while awaiting her arrival as well as that of the tacos. Lindsey decided he wasn't even going to dignify that with an answer as he motioned for the security guard to stand down and followed Cordelia into the elevator.
As the doors closed, he slumped against the back of the elevator. "Yes, they're tacos. She said she was hungry." Though he wasn't exactly sure why he had complied with the request when he could have just forced the Fang Gang to take up the expense. "I have a naked Texan in one of our labs who wants tacos. That seemed the easiest to fix."