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The walk itself was a bit awkward as Fiona really had the "Speak when spoken to" thing going on. Considering he'd lived out about thirty or forty life times in a realm of the greatest minds and free thinkers, it wasn't exactly something he was prepared for. Especially since he was on edge the entire time he was walking with her, watching everywhere as subtlety as possible. Eventually they made it to the diner and sat in a booth in the back. The place had only just opened up so it was no surprise that the only other patrons were a few elderly men getting coffee and reading the paper. The vinyl seats squeaked quietly as the pair sat down across from each other at the table. Finally, Hal spoke up. "It's pretty natural for people not to want to talk about break ins and such," He said as the waitress slid a steaming mug of black coffee in front of him. "but if you want to break that tradition, I'm all ears." He said as he lifted the ceramic cylinder to his lips.