The voice caused him to glance up. Jason rose an eyebrow, his hood thankfully hiding any rude facial expressions he could make. "Yeah," He began, glancing back down at the menu, which he had placed flat on the table. Getting something would hopefully hide any suspicion while he waited for the delivery. "Just a water." It wasn't that much money. With a shrug, he took out a few bucks and laid it on the table, while leaning back and giving the female a half-lidded smirk. Water wouldn't make him sleepy, sluggish, or anything - especially if he had to get in a fight, which happened quite a lot in these jobs. His hands fingered the hilt of his scarred switch-blade, located deep in the pocket of his leather jacket.