He's not sure why he's here. Not sure what any of this is going to accomplish. But if the rumors are true, then perhaps this is the only way he's going to find any resolution to his problems. He can't see how things could get any WORSE, anyway.

The man is there, as he heard. Gathering his scarf around himself, he approaches him, feeling like he sticks out like a sore thumb despite the fact nobody else even looks at him as he approaches. He finally gets to the last booth and nods slightly to the man.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" Polite. In control. Everything he wants to be, even though he knows he isn't.