He pauses briefly, also like someone who's been caught unexpectedly. He hadn't expected anyone else to be awake either, hadn't expected to run into Allison tonight.

(Which could be a complication. Or could not; it's not like he can't teleport away when he needs to leave.)

"Too busy," he answers, brisk, like a correction. He's walking after that, heading towards the kitchen in hopes of coffee. Not like he can return to Griddy's after he left it a crime scene, after all. "What's your excuse?"