[ He didn't need to see the door to make a quick exit if necessary. If any unsavourable company were to enter the place (likely, considering the overall rundown appearance of the diner and the old movies on the television he'd sometimes caught,) he'd be able to sense them, dodge or attack whatever need be. And matter of factly, it was better this way, keeping his back to the rest of the crowd he wasn't at all thrilled to be around in the first place.

Loki says nothing as their drinks are ordered, paying little attention to their waitress. "Sweetie," she calls him. Isn't that just darling.

The sugar in the jar rattles just slightly moments before Eliot turns his attention back to him. But it stops before anything explodes, thankfully. His chin rests in his hand as he avoids the other's gaze. ]

Absolutely nothing, my friend.

[ Tch. ]

Perhaps I was expecting a little more from a place you hold in such high regard, but really, I should know better than to get my hopes up.

[ No sign of these "prettiest ladies to serve you" yet. ]