"Daniel is fine. I think you've misunderstood. We're not friends, we're-" He responded, trying to protest her overly-familiar demeanor but cutting himself off, letting the younger cop hold open the door. He let a sigh escape his lips and stood up, following her out with only a slight glance at the chief. He didn't understand the older man's mischevious smile but nevertheless purged it from his mind. "Churros, huh? Maybe it'd be nice to take a break once in awhile." Daniel's mutter was barely audible as he followed the younger police officer out of the station after changing his clothes -- one could never be too careful. If he was seen in full uniform, it'd blow his cover immediately.

Naught but fifteen minutes later, at a churro stand a few blocks north, the eyepatched man sipped his coffee in thought. His garb had changed from the navy blue of the PD to a muted black band t-shirt and a pair of distressed, clearly-worn light blue jeans. For his part, he had warned the latina to change clothes as well; if they were going under together, they needed to look the part. They had taken a seat in the 'open area' of a coffee shop. Despite his attempt to relax, Daniel's eye still scanned along the perimeter, gauging threats, escape routes and other useful information. "...so, what did you want to talk about?" His voice had warmed slightly with the beverage, but carried a cold edge to it, like a knife that had been sharpened far too much.