Low and muffled beneath the cover of a mask, came the idle humming of a man momentarily at peace.

Stood before a steadily sizzling pan, he lazily yet with distinct precision flipped the egg and lowered it back atop the oven; leaving it be for the time being so he may focus on another matter.

That is, until he was interrupted by the soft click of approaching footsteps, and turned promptly to greet the newcomer.

"Ah, a fine morning. I most certainly hope that you've had a plentiful rest."

V, noting the presence and the state of his scarred hands, reached to retrieve his gloves; donning them once more for the sake of avoiding any needless questioning.