"Maybe I needed to see it."

What's worse, Dr Kovač? Being uncanny, or being unwanted? Rings out in his head and he's not sure if it'll stop anytime soon.

"All right."

At least it's something to do, something to focus on. Maybe this is what he needs. To simply clean up his messes. He starts picking up a few things, looking back at Neal quizzically.

The party.

"I was...hungry."

He doesn't have to tell Neal he's really an Avatar. He could blame it all on the dream.