Park stood quietly as Robert -- [i]Hob[/i] -- went off on a rant that clearly had much more fueling it than simply being 'cornered' by a few members of the medical field, his smile fading only out of polite respect for a would-be client. He had long since learned to indulge, at least to a point, in angry tirades, lest the person assume you weren't taking them seriously. Of course, too much indulgence could be counterproductive, but 'opening up' didn't seem to be the problem here.

That said, he could hardly except the sandwich made for someone else. 

When Hob had finished and stalked off -- Park simply moved aside, making a mental note to introduce Hob to Deli at some point, if either ever agreed to speak amicably to him -- Park turned to his other companions and sat down, nodding first at Abby. 

"The pleasure is all mine, First Sergeant Larson," he said brightly, before holding up a hand. "And because I can feel the 'just call me blank' is coming, I'll ask you to do the same. Park is just fine, thank you."

Laughing, he grinned at Gavin. "If he'd stayed any longer, I'd have told him I'm allergic to cats, and a [i]horrible[/i] knitter. But I don't think it would have helped the situation much." 

Looking down at the plate (somewhat) proffered him, he shrugged. "In any case, it seems a shame to let such a beautiful creation go to waste. I don't suppose either of you two would be interested in a sandwich?" he offered, then looking between both Gavin and Abby, smiled a bit more sincerely. 

"Or maybe you've lunch plans of your own?"