There were times - many times, in fact - when David wished that his abilities extended into having any idea what was going on in people's heads. Now was one of those times. His mouth was full of pie when the manager came around, middle-aged and not unkind from the look in his eyes, but David had a feeling he wouldn't simply wander away.
Raising his glass to clear his mouth of blueberry and pastry, David turned to give the manager a smile that started off confused, and ended up embarrassed.
"Registration," he repeated, calm if slightly sheepish. "You mean that mutant thing? Shit, I've been meaning to get to that, but they're putting them ahead of us in line, and you know how hard it is to get time off work when the offices are open?" Just another guy; David was very good at being that, friendly and almost unbelievably ordinary sounding. Had it just been him, he wouldn't have been worried, but Arla was nervous, and Arla stood out.