Richie wasn't really sure what he'd been hoping for, exactly. Maybe a little time to sit around and shoot the shit before Dan got down to the brass tacks of it all? That was stupid though -- there was no point in stretching things out or waiting because in the end they'd get there eventually anyway and Rich wasn't particularly in any kind of mood to be shooting shit anyway, half headachey and full of anxiety.
So he took a drink from his coffee, set it aside and then offered a vague sort of knock yourself out gesture. "All of that makes total sense," he said sarcastically, because humor was the best way to hide his nerves. "Sorry for anything X-Rated you see up there." That scenario was wildly unlikely though, considering.