"Sorry but they're gonna keep razzing at me til I clean through here once. Five minutes? I'll totally half ass it, don't worry."

From one of the pockets on his PPDC uniform he pulled out a spritzer full of a cleaning agent, from another pocket a set of disposable gloves and a bio-contaminate towel. Hopefully a clean one. He didn't seem too concerned about it anyway, as he held them up with a shrug. No offense, man. Just business as usual. He did eventually remember to tack on a polite address, though it came as an afterthought. "Sir."