Michael follows easily enough, keeping a close eye on the pair as long as they're in his line of sight.

"I should have worn black, could have said I'm your altar boy." It's only a slight tease, one he probably wouldn't understand that would have had Sam wetting himself holding back the giggles. As frustrated as he still is with life, it's hard to pass up a good clergy joke in any universe.

Still, he squares up his shoulders as they enter the cafeteria and scans the room for anything potentially useful.