"Of course you do." Fives huffs in quiet amusement... and turns to glare quellingly at a regular looking about to make an ass of himself on the dance floor. It's enough for now, though Fives suspects he's going to be having to escort him to the door before the night's over, and it might be the idiot's third strike.

"Echo works at a coffee shop just a few blocks from the apartment," Fives suggests after a moment's thought once he's turned back. "It's a lot easier to find than the apartment, and it's right next to a phone store," he adds, eyebrows raised.