"You're the one with the sweet tooth," Mohinder commented before he lifted a finger to cause Gabriel to pause. "I need much more detail than that! But not here. I'd like to have a dining partner that isn't a little pink bear for once. And I could use a shower." Mohinder flipped up the edge of his cuff (oh he had a manipulator too) and made a call to someone named John. "Tell Jack that I'm going home. And that someone needs to clean up test unit five. He's not answering or I'd do it myself. Thank you!"

There was just the faintest of replies back from a soft British voice, male, but nothing further.

He nodded for Gabriel to follow him, though they ended up walking down the stairs side by side because it was difficult to keep his eyes from a man he had spent a great deal of time trying not to think the worst about.

"You must be exhausted. So we'll just pick up some take away? I was fancying some biryani. I found a remarkable tikka restaurant nearby that has the most delicious lassi!" A day with Jim Kirk, who barely spoke, probably had promised Gabriel's ears not to be annoyed by Mohinder's constant jabbering.