There was no real need for cars here, she was sure a few people bothered themselves to get one, but Emma hadn't set herself up to that point just yet. Hello budget, it's been a while, how've you been? Wandering the small streets in Maine was no treacherous feat, so Emma didn't bother too much with taking her time. Granny's wasn't one of those chain brand, all look the same diners that littered the American highways, not at all. It was homey and normal and painfully average.
But the setting was fine and comfortable and the coffee wasn't dire.
"Ah, Hope." The shock of red hair -so very reminiscent, wasn't it- was hard to miss, allowing Emma to take a seat next to the young mutant, crossing her leg over her knee and leaning on the counter with a reach across to pull a menu over. "Now, how hungry are you dear? Been long on the road?" She doubted anyone was letting the little band of new-mutant darlings starve, but it was hard to tell.
"The pies here are rather delicious, if terrible for diet." To say that Emma would be explaining much without prompting would be a little bit of an over reach.