"Oh, I know."  She ignored the ghoul's laughter and kept her gaze on Tsitua, noting the way he glanced at her friend, and the change in his expression.  "Believe me, I know."  A shadow in Amuné's eyes echoed the one in the eyes of the man across from her.  Perhaps it wasn't quite the same, but she knew the pain of loss and how it felt to think it was your own fault.  It was enough.  She dropped her eyes and focused on getting a grape tomato with her fork.  "That's...why I can't just throw my lot in with someone who just turned up, with no clear motive and no clear proof."  The young woman glanced at him through her eyelashes before returning her attention to the stubborn vegetable.  "I'll be leaving here, at least, to somewhere better.  And I'll make a decision as to where by tonight.  But I can't just make that choice without really thinking it through, not when I have the luxury of doing so."  Tomato captured, she looked back up.  "I hope you understand," she finished quietly.  She paused long enough to eat that bite before speaking again.  "I don't expect you'll be letting me slip away on my own, so you and your friends are welcome to come, even if I choose my retreat, and not yours.  That much I can agree on."  Her smile was resigned.

Jareth poked at his fries, his brow knit and his expression troubled.  He was having a little trouble taking in all the new things -- he was quite certain the waitress had fangs, and that she wasn't remotely human.  He couldn't remember not knowing Amuné was a Seer.  Ever since she'd moved in, she was the girl down the street with the sad eyes and the shy smile, and the magic that made her special.  The first two had gone away as she'd grown older.  Someone who hadn't watched the change might not recognize her at first, but she was the same girl that had watched him from her window and hidden when he caught her looking.  And he wanted her to be alright, but what could he do?

(([@TheMinorFall] Think I figured out a reason for him to come with.  ^.^))