He's cute, is what he is. That smile of his is infectious. If she wasn't already so amused by him, it would be more than enough to get her smiling back. He holds the door open for her, and she takes advantage of his generosity by heading inside.

His appraisal of the diner gets a hum of contemplation from her as she finds a booth away from any windows. "Is it? I'll have to try it." That, and perhaps some tea. That sounds like a pleasant meal to go with the pleasant chat they're about to have.

There's no one else in the diner that she's familiar with, so after a moment of hesitation, she pulls off the visor and sets it on the table next to her. Her right eye--or lack thereof--is still obscured by an eyepatch, but the left is trained on the young man.

"So, Clark," she begins, "You make it sound like your skills aren't appreciated at home."