Mitchell gives her a side-long look before replying, "No, I was not." His mouth opens for a moment as he considers questioning if he comes off that way. Then he wonders why he's concerned if Hasibe thinks of him like that at all. Circles within circles of neuroses.

"He offered to buy me a round." Presumably not a beer by the way Mitchell says it. "I said no thank you. For now. I don't -I don't know."

He stops for a moment, looking up at the absence of sky. "I'm still not sure how I want to live here."