Dan moved away from the fridge to match the voice up with whoever had walked in. He wasn't sure if he recognised him or not... Maybe from the communications network? Was he the lawyer or the cop? He closed the fridge over, deciding he really didn't know what he wanted and went to switch the kettle on to make tea. Already his piercing blues ere taking in minor observations about the other man.
"Sorry, I've forgot your name..." he said with an apologetic smile, as he fetched a mug. "Um... do you fancy a cup of tea?" he offered, hand reaching for a second cup. It usually worked as a sort of apology. Usually.