Such a ray of sunshine, Cipher was likely not known for cheery demeanor, cold as ice and, if he were to guess, stung like it too. Michel had to admit the soup wasn't half bad, needless to say he had far better stew before, but in the world of culinary arts the assassin didn't rank all that poorly. Soon the bowl was cleaned of its brothy goodness, he followed suit in washing it off in the sink, by the way nice facet, the more time he spend here the more it was becoming clear that Venom had some real bank roll going, now the question is how much of it was paid in blood... na he shouldn't worry about that, its business right? 

"Real good food, compliments to the chef! And uh, don't worry about the bowl, clean as clean can get." Maybe trying to purposely improve the atmosphere would do some good, for the both of them.

For a good minute Michel stood around not too unsure of what to do, not like he bothered to plan anything for the day, nor did Cipher seemed to have anything for him to do, just busy watching the news. Finally he decided that a jump start on unpacking was in order. He crouched over the hideous bag, who decided this was a good color anyway? With a single zip he got right into retrieving his items, for now he just stacked them besides himself. A money bundle, undoubtedly from his brother, papers, mostly to get him residency nothing too exciting, and his choice of clothing, thankfully. Turned out he didn't pack all that much, however at the bottom of the bag he found a small surprise, a handgun.

Michel was confused momentarily, before remembering again that his bother was the one who arranged all this, the weapon was even loaded... was it even safe to do that? He took the gun tightly by the grip, trying his best not to touch the trigger last thing he needs to do was shoot to himself in the foot, or something stupid like that. In his hand, Michel lightly bounced it, trying to get a feel for its weight, still heavy as he expected maybe heavier, this was nothing like the firing range, not at all. Careful moments of consideration passed, in the end Michel engaged the safety, although he didn't unload it, felt like something an assassin would do, to keep a weapon at all times. The gun fit snugly in his inner suit pocket, good, well he thought, kept out of sight but at least still within reach. 

He stood up from his crouch, once he knew where he'll be sleeping he could put all of his belonging away properly. He sat back down at the table, honestly he was tying to keep some distance from the black clad woman, allies or not she gave off bad vibes. Michel sat in silence as he took in the news media.