"Good. What do you say to noodles?" he said, hurrying them out to the Atrium. It was frigid out, and they could eat those fast. As little as he wanted to get started, he knew they should. He might never have suspected it was a fight at all - people did get murdered, after all - but there were bits of it that made his hair stand up, and he wasn't going to let himself sit it out until he knew what they meant.