Dan waves a hand, ignoring the pins. He's a habitual pickpocket, but there's no practical use in these; the backs aren't even long enough to be useful as budget lockpicks. "Don't worry. I'm not really a pin guy. I don't even know what half the colors on here mean."

He pulls the butterknife out of the drink and sets it aside; unfortunately, the frosting in the cocktail didn't do much to sweeten it to Dan's typical diabetic coma-inducing preferences, and just messed up the texture somewhat. He looks disappointed.

Dan's still in his Jorg coveralls but, in combination with the glitter and hickie and the way his sleeves are rolled up, looking extremely casual. "Not bad fo mandatory fun. How've you been?"

Dan isn't sure if Price has been avoiding him or if it's just that Dan's been avoiding everybody - he suspects it's the latter. Dan's gotten quite withdrawn following Planker's death, down to the point of passive-aggression, ignoring people when they speak directly to him and hiding out in the training center.