Zenith winces. "Sorry, I just-I...," she sighs, closing her eyes, then she looks at him with an awkward smile. "I didn't know if you wanted to do-" she looks at his hand and looks away, blushing. "But yeah, it's a little weird but this is one of my favorite places to eat." She smiles when a waitress not much older than they are with a half-shaven head comes to her rescue and she escorts them to a booth and she puts menus in front of them. "Hey, girl! Long time no see! How's school?" Zenith smiles at her. "Pretty well, Sarah, thanks. My usual please. Barry?"

Carra nods and tucks a black package into her pocket, small enough to not make a bulge. "So we can be opportunists, or patrol my turf. Or we can do both, your call."