Gus blinked his eyes once at the sound of Shan's voice, using the action to sever his gaze from Joe's. His colleague/old college chum had spinning, hypnotic brown orbs for eyes and he'd never caught on before. "You'll just take my things out and use it, anyhow," Gus teased the Asian woman. He nudged her with his hip to her own as he brought himself forward from where he'd been leaning against the machine.
"No lie," he remarked, to Joe. "I don't think you dried anything that wasn't cotton," he jabbed, grinning. The young man recalled their refreshments and he gestured to the crinkled bag of Cheetos and nodded to Karma, "You're welcome to 'em," he didn't even try to make sincere eye contact. The offer was apparently laughable. "So, what's the good word on the French front, m'lady? How's the old man doing?" Apparently, gossip was also on the menu.