Not his usual choice of words, but David wasn't paying his usual attention to wit or style. Geoff froze, grip on Arla's shirt relaxing. Behind him, the other man rocked unsteadily on his feet as the words him as well. It was tempting to just wipe them, but that was what got mutants feared in the first place, an eye for an eye and escalating conflict.
So he only took what he had to - the entirely scene from the moment David and Arla had entered the restaurant until now; who they were, what they had done; any concept mutants or their significance, registration; and, because he could, what day and time it was, and the knowledge of each other's names although not their history or friendship.
He pulled the man off, not particularly roughly, while Geoff blinked and rubbed his jaw, looking confused.
"Wha ...?" Came the bewildered sound from the other man, but David's attention turned to the accumulated crowed.
"Nothing to see here," he said, rewarded instantly by puzzled chatter. What was going on? Who knew? Must not have been particularly interesting, was that guy bleeding? Didn't really matter, whatever it was was over now.
More of a display of power than David had shown in years. Shoulders tense, he ignored Geoff and extended a hand down to Arla. "Come on, let's go."