You get the feeling like Smiley is on autopilot, his feet naturally moving from this club to the afterhours greasy spoon diner that he would frequent if he were out drinking and partying. Ordering his usual from the waitress (which turns out to be a soy skillet scramble that the Amerind begins to drown in hot sauce when it arrives w/soykaf) he settles into a corner booth, keeping the box close at hand, and looks at the team."Well, who is ready to piss off Mr Johnson?"
BTW, where's Teddy? I don't think we've heard from him since we were headed to the club...?