Derek's head turns slowly and he looks a little incredulously at the person with the balls to sit beside him when he's clearly in a shitty mood. His excitation softens a little bit when he notices that it's a woman and she's actually also kind of pretty. "I've had better," he says with a shrug, looking straight ahead again.

He notices the tattoo, but doesn't ask. If this place is real, it's a flaw. If this place is all bullshit, then it probably gets asked about enough as it is — like his does at the gym, which is why, according to the glitch, he stopped going and started working out on his own — and she's probably sick to death of answering questions about it. "But I've also had worse."

At the compliment, Derek huffs a small laugh in spite of himself. "Funny, I'm actually very much a morning person. Just not this morning, I guess," he says. "Or maybe I just hate this place that much," he points out, looking back over at her with his eyebrows raised.