"Well this is a... choice."

Unlimited sanction, Errant. Unlimited means unlimited. So this is... fine. Her eyes flicker down for a brief moment while she pulls her bank account information forward on the private data streams in her contacts. She tries very hard not to wince. Unlimited means unlimited, even if it's expensive and delicate food that Cinders would probably destroy more of than actually get to her mouth. 

This is what she asked for. So this would be fine. Errant spares another glance at the owner of this place before she smoothly climbs up onto a stool herself. Inside her heart, there beats a wish. And that wish is, simply: please oh please let this place actually be an assassin's den. Granted, that could easily lead to a deadly fight while she's got a kid with her she needs to protect, but if she's learned one thing about criminal front restaurants, it's that they're [i]absurdly[/i] cheap relative to quality. 

She's halfway to reaching for a menu to thumb through before she stops and simply stares at the broken chopsticks instead. She folds her hands together on the bar top and smiles placidly. It's better if she just... doesn't know.

"Maybe consider ordering takeout," she tries, "Unless you want... well, anyway. As long as we're waiting, are you feeling up to another Q&A session? Because there's something I'm really curious about. When you saw me walk in your room... what made you jump straight to 'I'm gonna be a superhero'? That's not usually an effect I tend to have on people, you know."