Eyeroll. Metaphorically, anyway. "Very slick. You look like a federal agent, you know." Yeah, that'll get him where it hurts -- indicate he resembles law enforcement in a vaguely catty matter!

Ava's right and it's a good thing she corrects him, because otherwise, Skulduggery would've. Good thing he didn't get to dunk on Max twice in a row, not after the first one was obviously so scathing. "I could see him dropping some sort of Mongolian death worm out there," he says, nodding out the window where he can see some of the parking lot.

Nobody around them is bursting into violence, so the food probably isn't cursed and the vents aren't pumping toxins into the air. He keeps expecting something to happen, and being inside is feeling increasingly like a bad idea.

"Well, we might as well go get a look at what we're dealing with," he says, gesturing for the doors.