[Nile knows the feeling. At least he didn't send a message about not wearing underwear to one of his best friend's contract partners. The sooner they get the network fixed the better.

She blinks at the message for a second, and then:]

...you're kidding right?
It's pizza. The best kind of pizza. Don't let anyone from New York go off and tell you otherwise.

[she won't hold it against him. At least not just yet]