With his hunger reaching uncomfortable levels and the restaurant a mere block away, the interruption was anything but welcome. Still, he pulled himself up short at the sound of his own name and glanced around questioningly, making at least some effort to rein in his irritation until he knew who he was directing it toward.

When he finally found the source, much of his irritation faded into confusion.

"Webb?" he replied, his brows furrowing. His gaze darted around the street as if he expected Webb to be accompanied by a world-hopper or another victim of whatever virus might have brought him there in the first place. When he realized the man was unaccompanied, he turned back to him with a wary glare. "Why are you here?"