Adrian glanced over, mentally sizing the other man up. Old instincts died hard, if at all. "You could say that." His tone was absolutely normal, and gave no sign of his inner turmoil. It was one thing to be at war with oneself, it was another to show it. "Working late," he explained, gesturing with one hand to the briefcase in his lap.
Deciding that this other man had been the source of the upbeat whistling, Adrian determined that he was likely having a much better day. Plastering on a friendly smile that was entirely convincing and entirely fake, he asked, "You?" It was best, Adrian decided, to make polite conversation. It would cause less questions, or so he hoped.