"Yes, because the world must certainly revolve around you, Dr. Wilson. My day isn't complete until I've ruined someone's day; you're just the next on my list." Simon wasn't going to tell anyone that he'd ended up in this office by mistake. And, he certainly wasn't going to say that when he opened that door he was rather sure it was going to a supply closet. The City wouldn't move around rooms in a building, would it?
"I was looking for a quiet place to read." He held up the book; the cat on the cover was certainly smiling: The Master and Margarita. "Have a moment that didn't involve someone asking me what it was like to watch someone die."
Funny, he'd seen someone die quite a few times now, but people seemed obsessed with the latest death he'd witnessed. He took the time to take a quick sip of soup before looking to the door. While he didn't want to spend his lunch with this arrogant ass and whatever cat torturer he was listening too, he didn't want to have to look for another place. His soup would be cold by then.