"Certainly."

There's only so much he can do about the stain on his own shirt in the meantime. (It'd probably be more efficient to follow Gaelio's example and just change, but it's a small enough thing that it's not worth the fuss.) All that's left to do, then, is wait, though he doesn't expect Gaelio to take very long.

If it had been anyone else, McGillis would've taken advantage of the opportunity and looked around, seeing what he could learn about this person from a few quick surface glances. But he already knew Gaelio very well, and their conversation had already revealed to him anything he might have wondered about. And besides, they were both new enough that Gaelio's place hardly looked any different from his own. There would be little of interest in such a place even if it was someone he'd just met.

So even though he agrees to make himself comfortable, he... doesn't. He waits patiently where Gaelio left him instead, maybe glancing at the communications device if he's gone too long, but that's about it. There was no need to get comfortable if they were just going to be leaving again, anyway.

It's... weird. How normal all of this feels. It's like a dream.