Andros ordered something non alcoholic and slightly caffeinated. He didn't care what it was, as long as it helped him blend in and didn't affect his judgement. He slid into a seat next to the older, who, at the very least looked like he knew where he was. And if it was one thing Andros liked, it was information. Particularly when he had just been abducted. Was it a terrible thing to say that he enjoyed being abducted much more than browsing through clothes at the mall? Not that he didn't love his girlfriend with all his heart, but it was hard to focus when people were trying to randomly touch you and cameras were going off in your face.

Sometimes it seemed like people didn't understand the basic tenants behind personal space.

"Does this happen often?" Andros asked the older gentleman. Based on the man's uniform(there were plenty others peppered around that looked similar, with some sort of color coding), and the symbol on the button on his chest was also on the doors. So, naturally, the other man was actually supposed to be here.