Looking up at her, an almost defiant smirk crossed his lips, though that emotion was aimed at the Mogadorians, not Six. "I'm ready for the rough. Trust me." There was something in him now that hadn't been before; John had tasted battle and he wanted to destroy his enemy.
Closing his own menu, he slid it towards the middle of the table, licking his dry lips. "Think I'm just going to get a cheeseburger and some fries." He needed to refuel, John knew that, in several different ways. "We'll get a bunch of nonparshiable food when we get the new car," his voice was low so no-one could hear. He was trying to think how Henri would handle the situation.