[ without so much as a blink, he shrugs. fitz's lead takes them around a nearby maze of buildings, not heading anywhere hidden, mind you, but not easily accessible, either. bit dodgy. ]

Just the two. Engineering and Technology. [ he could go more specific, except no one cares that much. moving past the remark about being treated to a drink as discomfiting (oh dear), fitz claps a hand on connor's shoulder, equal parts friendly and calculating, assessing just how off-balance his partner is and providing a means to act as a steadying force. ]

One of my fellow lab techs went off her trolley 'round eleven — been out and about since then. [ work days tend to get cut short when a coworker attempts assault. ] You, however, look like you've been at it all week. [ pointing at his face with his free hand (with his smattering of minor injuries and the bruise on his jaw, where a punch glanced off him) — in reference to the evident damage on connor's own. ] Is that due to a localised incident or a series of encounters?

[ regardless, there's something indefatigable about connor. fitz will give him that. ]