Dodger returned to the table the moment he heard Arl's call. When Mirfi came to deliver the documents, she made the mistake of passing too close to Dodger. Once Mirfi had walked out of sight, Dodger pulled Mirfi's belt of surgical tools out from under the table and studied them. "A surgeon?" Dodger mused to himself before tucking the tool belt into one of the hidden pockets in his jacket, along with all the other valuable things he'd stolen in the restaurant. "Now 'ere's a fine 'ow d' ya do" Dodger said with an air of nostalgia "I ain't seen a surgeon since I left me 'ome city". Dodger then ate some of his omelet rice and smiled. "This is some good stuff" Dodger said happily "Tasty as yer birthday, it is".