"Really? Imagine that." Rinoa was indeed a curiosity, but there was an energy about her he recognized. It may be new to her, but she desired something very similar to himself: acceptance. The longer he was in this place, which had so far been admittedly short, the more the reality of it was sinking in. He was trapped here, but when last he'd been aware he'd died at the hands of a monster, and now this?

And so, as he joined her outside, he was all smiles and flippancy, the perfect way to disguise anything untoward, and he laughed.

"The diner it is, then. I've already accepted slumming it." And he offers her an arm. "Shall we?"