Lilith and John stared at Allison with identical arched eyebrows after hearing her explain the weirdness of the new arrival in town. The siblings traded looks before, in rather comedic unison, looked over Allison's left shoulder to see said man. They took in everything from the black suit to the sunglasses (Indoors like a complete asshole. Come on, try and name one person who wears sunglasses indoors who isn't blind and who isn't a complete dick.) to the government-esc haircut he was sporting.

The siblings once again traded glances before straightening up in their seats as Allison questioned them for their opinions once more.

John cleared his throat before speaking.

“He's definitely an alien.”

“100% alien.” Lilith added casually, taking a sip of her water as she looked around, once again seeming uncaring of the situation, although she was listening regardless.

John then took over. “I mean, come on, him being an alien makes perfect sense! Perhaps he can't even taste human foods and drinks or maybe he just doesn't like [b]any[/b] human food. Maybe he just gets coffee to keep up appearances but has no idea about human customs, eh?” He spoke in a somewhat hushed tone, waving his hands about as he talked, a more visual speaker as he got into his theorizing.

[b]Tap, tap.[/b]

John's eyes flickered to Lilith, who eyed him with an expectant expression over her glass of water. This made the older man sigh before he continued, in a somewhat lackluster tone.

“Of course, he [b]could[/b] just be an ordinary human man who happens to have very odd taste in coffee. But, it's definitely less likely than the whole alien theory, if you ask me.” John finished with a shrug, taking a sip of his own coffee. (Kept black, thank you very much.)