"Definitely a corner," Clint agrees, and points out one that has a table near it. "We'll take that one, actually."

The waiter doesn't look particularly pleased at being told where to seat these two clearly paranoid weirdos, but he obliges, letting Clint drag the table over a couple feet to give them the best defensible position.

Clint also takes the time to drag both chairs over before Jess can help, making a point to hold hers out for her.

"So, best seat in the house for a couple'a spooks like us, right?"