Danielle Moreau gave a smile and her name right before they walked in tot he coffee shop. It was small, cozy, the different scents of coffees. The front was run by only one woman, the same glazed over look in her eyes. Ray stood in line behind Danny. He followed suit with Danny's gaze, looking at the menu. He wasn't really in the mood for coffee. He was starting to lose a bit of his patience as the line seemed to barely go by, even with just the four of them. He shook his head at her question, looking away from the menu and towards her. "No, I never knew this place existed."

Raymond spent most of his life travelling up and down the east coast, so Indiana was foreign territory to him. He knew the stereotypical things about this state. Cornfields, The Colts, and Indianapolis. One of the people in line finally got their order, and he walked by, his shoulder bumping in to Ray's. The man didn't say anything, he just kept on going. Ray watched him exit the store, then looked at Danny yet again. "This town doesn't really scream 'welcome, tourists'. You don't act or look like a local." Ray pointed out, trying to confirm his suspicions of her being a traveler just like he once was.