Well, he's rather fucked up himself. And he can't help it if he has a soft spot for tiny kids, though he couldn't quite say why. He watches her go, briefly amused, before circling in behind her to give their surroundings one more once-over. It couldn't hurt to be too careful, right?

He looks briefly baffled by the menu board at Starbucks, but hey. You can't go too wrong with just plain coffee, he would hope. So that's likely what he'll be getting, since he recognizes it.

"It's classified, sorry," he says, and shrugs.