He doesn't want to be gone long, just long enough to heat a mug of canned soup and confer with Hannibal on the course of action for the night. BA's got the police scanner out, and they're definitely heating it up - not by name yet, but it's only a matter of time.

Managing soup, water and a burger and fries for himself, Face lets himself back into the bedroom with a much less worried air about him.

"What does it feel like?" He asks quietly, offering him the warm cup.