Egan sat in his car outside of your workplace, waiting for you. He was slumped in the driver's seat, eyes staring blankly out the windshield. When he caught sight of you approaching, his gaze shifted over to watch you.

As you got in the car, Egan didn't even bother with a greeting. His voice was monotone and devoid of any enthusiasm,

"Get in. We're going to get something to eat."

You sat down in the passenger seat and closed the door, bracing yourself for a likely quiet ride. With a sigh, you asked,

"You know, you could at least say hi or something. I feel like a taxi is more lively than you sometimes."

Egan started the car and pulled away from the curb, barely even glancing at you. He responded in his usual monotone voice, "I don't like talking. You know that."