Krok half expected exactly what Misfire does and braces himself on an endtable when the jet shoves past him. The familiarity is… comforting, really, after a couple of months on his own. So he just lets it slide and smiles faintly instead.

"Quite a lot nicer," he agrees. "I'm sure yours isn't much different, when you want to look at it. In the meantime, make yourself comfortable. Still hungry?"