She'd gotten too comfortable at the diner, she was aware. It was a pretty random place to choose as a hang-out for the teenager, honestly, but that hadn't seemed to matter to Zanna at all. Her father had taken her by there once for dinner on the way home from a show (it had been late, he had been tired, and she was a relatively low-maintenance kid), and she'd just sort of... adopted the place. Why not? With her father gone so much, she still needed to eat. And they served pretty good food.
Besides, it was quiet and friendly and no one seemed to mind if she claimed a corner booth and built card-houses or sat on the high stools at the bar and showcased sleight of hand for the cook now and again. She was a warm, polite teenager. And she tipped well, too.
Emery was another random sort of adoption. He was her age-ish, he was there, and Zanna had more or less made him one of her friends against his will. So it was Emery she came back to see, dropping herself into the booth he was cleaning off heavily, and with a little wave over his shoulder for Rudy. "So. I met a ninja."