[That gets a stifled laugh out of Dan, who's starting to slip into character, just so no one walks in on Planker and a new hire being pals and jovial together. They have Planker's terrible reputation to uphold, after all.]

Hand me those. [He helps get them onto Alloran's feet, arranges the laces, then puts in a slipknot that'll give if anyone gives even the slightest yank, something he picked up...oh, somewhere between fishing for food and sailing boats around Lake Tahoe for fat tips from rich folks. Perfect for a quick escape. Not so much for lasting that long without getting undone and tangled, but Dan hopes that they won't need more than half an hour to give "Planker" a credible time and place.]

Look, I ain't arguing with you. We’re all entirely too clothed and ain't none of this practical. I mean, it ain't like Planker's going rock climbing, I don't see why he's got to wear combat boots all day when a damn pair of sandals would do fine for work here.

[This is, for the record, the only "office" job Dan's ever had, and while he understands that one should wear closed-toed shoes at work, he also thinks that's a weapons-grade stupid rule.]

Alright, I figure we go through the cafeteria so everyone on the night shift sees you, then you come yell at me in the hallway so everyone hears you, then we hopefully get headed back here.