Still wiping his hands on his own handkerchief Radek returned to his table and was delighted to see the food arrived, exactly as he had ordered. As he quickly folded his handkerchief and returned it to his pocket he nodded. "Yes, yes!" he replied, smiling at her and taking his seat again, reaching for the paper napkins and proceeding to polish the cutlery. It was a habit he'd developed back in the days before sterilisation procedures were still in their infancy, and he had learnt first hand how an unsterilised scalpel could be more harmful to the patient than the bullet they were trying to remove.
As he did he looked around the Roadhouse. "Tell me, is it just my hearing, or is there a noise, like a buzzing somewhere?" he asked, placing a forefinger in his ear and wiggling it quickly to see if it made a difference. It didn't.