And that something would turn up when he wanted to, thank you very much. After braving the chill outdoors and a curious conversation, Niikura was ready for a side of lounging to go with his lunch. He accepted the bag from the nurse eagerly and then brushed off her suggestions that he check out one of the activity rooms. Like he'd want to distract himself from the wonder and glory that was food...yeah right.

There were a lot of people already in the Sun Room by the time he'd come back from returning his outdoor clothes to his room, but they hadn't taken over all the sofas yet, and he eagerly flopped into the nearest one with a sigh of satisfaction. And now, the moment he had been waiting for: he opened the bag slowly, drawing out the crinkle of the paper as long as he could before fishing the cheese sandwich out and unwrapping it. It could be an art form, eating; he had certainly perfected it.

Niikura happily took a large bite and chewed away as he kept his eye on the people surrounding him. There was Badd, talking to some other old geezer, and his partner chatting up some girl. It was funny, the contrast in their conversational choices, although he knew that they were not necessarily voluntary. Anyone else he knew...? Ah, Lana Skye right over there. All the lawyers and cops he could possibly want, hanging out in the same room, presumably because they too had better things to do than feign musical skill or try arts and crafts.

His eyes finally fell on the man seated next to him on the sofa. What drew his attention first was the man's face: untidy black hair, large eyes, dark circles under aforementioned eyes (He didn't sleep much? Or did he just like eyeshadow?), pale complexion...sort of like a ghost. Except this one had a cheese sandwich.

"Heh, these are pretty good, huh?" Niikura asked cheerfully, waving his half-eaten sandwich lightly in his hand.