gregor stopped at a gas station on his way to the station they would be operating out of, and left with four cups: two for himself, and two for dante. he wanders around the station for a moment before being pointed in the correct direction, and places the disposable tray on the table of the conference room. ‘ thought we might as well try out the local brew, ’ he explains, before placing his hands on his hips and sighing, thinking. he’s not sold on this case entirely, but there’s enough for him to grasp onto as well. he just has to figure how its connected, and he hopes it will be. cynical about cases as he may seem, he just doesn’t want to waste time. it’s priorities. ‘ how’re you feeling about this thing ? ’ @dantevelasco