That funny little commonality breaks through his confusion, and he laughs suddenly, then takes a seat there at the table on the floor.

"Paperwork, the one real fear of all field operatives. I do not miss it," he says as his chuckling subsides, then pockets two of the cookies so he can bite into one (WOOF HOOFHOOF, he notices briefly). Why not, they've all been harmless enough so far. "Dying probably got me out of a mountain of the stuff, all piled up on my desk for years just waiting for my return."