Ellen looked up at--she glanced at the small brass nametag on his vest--Roy. She waved one hand until the motion caught his eye and he turned his attention away From Tony.
"Roy, is it?" she asked. He nodded slowly, almost hypnotized. "Roy," she repeated, more firmly. "Just look at me, Roy. Ignore the crazy man. Can you do that?" He nodded again, clearly struggling not to glance to his left at Tony.
"Good." She smiled as reassuringly as she could.
"I'll have the same burger. Cheese, tomato, bacon, mustard. And fries. Ketchup for those. Okay?" Roy swallowed hard, nodded. "You've got his order as well?"
Another nod.
"Okay, then. That's all. You can go."
Ellen watched him until he vanished into the building, then turned to look at Tony. "Wow. That's some tableside manner you've got there. Tormenting the help. Is that deliberate? Oh, wait--you said this always happens. So it has to be intentional. Is it for fun? Or maybe some kind of twisted defense mechanism?"
Or some kind of test, just see how she'd react? Or, given his disheveled appearance and the obvious caffeine buzz--if not something more potent--maybe he really was the loose cannon the tabloids made him out to be.
Or, you know, maybe it was nerves. He was having lunch with someone who'd tried very hard to kill him once. She hoped that was it. If he was the sort of man who tormented servants for his own amusement he wasn't a very nice man.