( Hank looks up from his bite of food as Gabriel talks about ramen. He was personally familiar with the noodles. Although, these days, it was more about take-out, fast food, and restaurants. Hank's income was enough to cover the bill for this place. Even a kid's meal was uncomfortably expensive.

He huffs gently and shakes his head as he contemplates on the inquiry. )

Hm. Mm, sometimes. ( He brings a napkin to his lips and wipes at his skin. He sets the napkin down on the table, beside his plate. ) Sometimes I don't enjoy their company. Though I don't typically meet them ... in a restaurant. More like, the scene of the crime, interrogating rooms, over the phone, undisclosed secret locations that make them feel safe... whatever.