Raleigh is sure that it's meat, and that works for him most of the time. When he sits on the couch, it's at the opposite end from Mako - but somehow the combination of leaning his back against the armrest and only crossing his legs about halfway inward makes it seem like he is genetically engineered to take up as much space as possible.

"Any sight of the remote?"

Even as he asks, Raleigh makes no move to actually look for it. It's only half a plan, to be honest about things.