Rumlow looked up from his tablet to regard the older man who was apparently talking to him and had apparently caught him slipping silverware away. That kind of perception skill he could admit being impressed with given his location, which made this man a very, very interesting person to him.

He turned the tablet over and set his elbows on the table, hands folded together and resting his chin on top. His eyes flicked over the details before the corner of his lip curled into a faint smirk.

"Better than what I came with for the moment. They'll do in a pinch," he drawled lazily. "Know where I can find something better, Mr...?"