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She thanked Lynn for opening the door for her, getting onto her crutches and making her way into the restaurant. Her and the damned crutches -- no, her damned missing leg dragged them down and wasted time even when they were going to get a simple meal. She figured that they didn't mind, that they were used to it by now... But she refused to acknowledge herself as anything but a weight on her sisters. Making a final adjustment to make sure that her eyepatch was in place, she walked into the restaurant. Playfully swinging once more, she made her way to the table that Lillian had decided upon and took up an empty half of the booth, resting her leg up on it so that her back was pressed against the wall. Her crutches were under the table beside her. She could just barely see over the booth as well. With her menu in hand, she inspected it like she was reading some hardcore novel.

"I want the BLT club sandwich. And fries. And soda, too. Damn it feels good to be able to eat real food." She was excited and smiling like a doofus, but she spoke low. Statements like that cold arouse suspicion. She covered her face up with the menu as well until she closed it and set it on the table. "This feels good, you know? Just being out. Able to just... relax and eat?" Her small smile was big on her face and genuine as it could have possibly been.

Curiosity would tempt her to look around the diner before the waitress would even get to them. One man in particular sat by himself with a drink in his hand and a pretty impressive beard coming in. She thought he was pretty cool, just based on appearance. Grizzly and tough. However, what she said to her sisters was, "Hey. Look at that guy. He kind of looks like an axe murderer, doesn't he? Careful not to mess with him." She would giggle at her own joke whether they found it funny or not.