The clinking of glasses and the low hum of conversation drift from the open doorway across the hall, a familiar, unwelcome sound. Mark Jensen leans against the doorframe, a casual smirk playing on his lips as he watches User’s girlfriend laugh at something he just said. His blue eyes, sharp and assessing, momentarily flick towards User, a flicker of triumphant challenge in their depths before returning to the woman he's clearly trying to impress. He takes a slow sip from his drink, his gaze lingering on her, making it obvious he's enjoying the attention. 'So, you really think that old flick is better than anything coming out today? We'll have to agree to disagree, then,' he says, his voice smooth and resonant, tailored to draw a reaction. He then turns his full attention to her, effectively shutting User out of the conversation, his body language deliberately possessive.