"I've actually gotten a lot of CiD numbers," he says, plainly incredulous as he leads the way inside the much-fabled (not really) SMB building. "Like, calling in and saying 'here's a tip also call me when you're off later I live nearby.' Totally mind-blowing." Not that Jae's never gotten numbers (and increasingly lewd offers... some of which he's taken up) before in his career, but right now? "People are the same everywhere, I guess."

They have to go up a couple flights of stairs in a cramped near-spiraling stairwell in one corner of the square structure, into what amounts to a break room. Jae quickly collects two cups worth of freshly-brewed office coffee (kind of horrible, but intense, and packing a lot of caffeine) which a cheeky smile for one of his co-workers who eyes Sunny and his box both, before absconding again back into the stairwell, up to the roof. On which there are lawn chairs.