"You can sit, you know," Pierce noted as he headed into the kitchen, offering a quick glance over his shoulder. Though if she was happy slowly exploring, he wouldn't put a damper on that. He moved swiftly to get refreshments - and no fucking way was he just settling for ice. "So ice and a sandwich?" he corrected Mo, casually, as he opened the fridge to see what ingredients he could put together. "Something of substance goes perfectly with ice in a cup."
Grilled cheese and tomato would be a good bet, so he got started on that right away, prepping one for himself as well. "Now, what brings you to this building, my dear?" he asked as he buttered the slices of bread to put on the pan.