James waited patiently to be seated and started flipping casually through a menu, trying to be both conversational and polite as he tried to think of what to order and waited for Valeria to do the same thing.

"So, if you don't mind my asking, miss, what brings you to New York City exactly? I used to live here for a while but I travel a lot and I'm...sort of on vacation myself, so it's nice to meet another traveler in such a big place."

He tapped on his menu thoughtfully, struggling to choose between his original goal of trying a hamburger and just ordering apple pie, the internal debate tearing his psyche apart on a massive level. He supposed he could order both, but then which order to have them in, and was it really a good idea to order dessert? What if an army of SHIELD operatives burst into the restaurant or some kind of superhuman attacked them while they were eating? Then he wouldn't get to enjoy his pie at all. Well, he supposed he could eat it [i]while[/i] he fought off an army or two, but wouldn't that seem just a little lacking in humility? His dad probably wouldn't approve...but what if his dad were the one to show up, or if his mother was the one heading the SHIELD strike team? Would they think he was on a date with this bizarre girl?! He'd probably die of embarrassment at the misunderstanding before they could try and capture him. And what if-

James shook his head violently to try and clear his mind. Sometimes being trained and able to envision so many outcomes to any given situation was a lot more of a weakness than an asset.