[He grin doesn't bother him (he nearly expects it at this point), and Markus doesn't mind the sensation of a hand clasping at his shoulder. Not even the way Jason leans in and offers him his food as if this were some friendly outing.]

No. I already ate.

[Not untrue, but also a dismissive handful of words, his tone clear: he's here to stitch you up, "Matches", and he's going to tend to that first.]

You might want to find a place to sit down. I didn't walk all this way to watch you eat a chili dog.