"Well fuck you, I'm not." he griped. And started to halt his direction. Though food sounded good. He'd about kill for something good.

When her hand landed on his shoulder he turned his head to look at her. Glaring STILL. "Let. Go." He repeated like a broken record. "Tell me the damn job already so we can get this over with." He spoke feeling his temper rise. He hated being treated like a kid. Plus, he was hungry now just hearing there was food near by.