Ronan watches Henry's approach with a single arched eyebrow. He tips his head back for another drink as he pushes himself away from the wall and plunges his hand into the bowl of Fritos. When he turns back, Cheng's still here, watching him carefully. Warily.

"Shut it, Cheng," he says popping one of the curled corn chips into his mouth with a snap. "We both know I'm only here because these losers dragged me along."

He crosses his arms then, knocking his shoulder against the wall. He cocks his head, gaze assessing. "So what is this anyway? Some kind of fundraiser?"