[It's difficult to tell if the sinking sensation in his stomach is a result of hearing the telltale CRUNCH of a packet of ramen being crushed underfoot, or from hearing the sound of his name being spoken in a terrifyingly familiar voice. He'd never actually officially met the owner of said voice, but working for who he'd worked for, he was familiar with it nonetheless.

He looks up slowly.]

Uh. He-heey. Zer0, right?

[This is bad. This is really, really bad. He feels like his life is going to start flashing before his eyes any second. All of his extremely poor decisions will pop up one more time to remind him what a complete and utter failure at life he is. Was. Definitely was. Zer0's hand sure is on the hilt of his sword. Not surprising, all things considered. At least it'll be quick? Probably? He hopes?]

Would it, uh, would it be a lot to ask if I could, uh, have a last meal before you murder me? It shouldn't take more than an hour. Probably less. I know it sounds weird, but I was actually kinda looking forward to the ramen...