[Hiro stands up a little straighter as Callaghan rounds the corner, bolstering himself for what could easily end up being a stressful conversation no matter what he does. He's taken tocontrolling his own behavior a little more closely, holding his tongue where he wouldn't have, otherwise, watching himself around the microbots. He wants to keep things civil - or at least civil enough that, if the interaction turns sour, it's not going to be his fault. This time.

He sets the doggy bag on the minibar and scoots it in Callaghan's direction, then pushes the duffel bag up after it and climbs up onto a stool.]

Aunt Cass sent a sandwich and some donuts. I don't think she believed me when I told her they were for a homeless guy a couple blocks down, but technically it's...kinda true.

[He watches Callaghan for a moment, gauging, before levering himself up on his knees atop the stool to dig into the duffel bag and heft out an obviously-shaped package - wrapped and rubber-banded in cushioning newspaper, which he peels off to reveal the homemade prosthetic he brought with him.

There's nothing "homemade" looking about it, really. Sleek, black, carbon fiber casing - like anything you'd see in a science fiction film with cyborgs in the distant future.]

And this.