Miguel seems to be the least bothered in the room for once, though that's probably because he had no reason to feel any sort of physical threat from either of them. His mind was in other, more somber places.

"Dan."

The slouch in his shoulders straightens up on seeing him, though his body's reaction lags like the pushed stern of large ship. Slow and measured. There is a little awkwardness, realizing Dan has been getting a look at more of his softer emotional underbelly than most. Very different from the usual hard-assed persona he projects. But he was glad to see him.

"Kid wants to make his own ofrenda, so we were going on a flower run."