Daniel frowns, a little confused, but follows suit. The men's bathroom. Okay. He doesn't know where this is going. They enter and his hand automatically dips to brush against a sidearm that isn't there - pure, weary, hateful instinct. His jaw clenches a little in frustration at that.

"What's, uh -" Daniel glances over his shoulder as the guy leaves, the door swinging shut and leaving them in silence. "What are we doing?"