Quietly, almost gently, she reached out and pushed the menu downward in his hands so that it met the table, her voice soft and low. "No one's used the menu in this place in years. Talk to me. It's normal enough."

It took a moment to recall the name. It was in a sudden flood of data that had swept through the internet not long ago, released at the time of the incident in D.C.

Admittedly this prompted another flood of questions to be sorted, categorized. He could likely see that in her face, in slightly narrowed eyes that seemed to both see him and look through him within the same moment.

"Why are you here?"

She couldn't say yet whether she believed him or not. But this question would initiate some of the other information that she needed.