He gave her a nod. "Yup. Come on. Twenty-first century cure in here. I'll show you how the money works and whatnot." He got his staff from the back and waited for her before heading towards the doors.
It wasn't very crowded inside. Harry got the usual looks that came with being a handspan under seven feet tall, wearing a long leather trenchcoat, and carrying a six-foot oak staff covered in mystic runes plus a number of nicks and dents from physical encounters. The looks all said "weirdo".
He ignored them and strode up to the registers, keeping a step back to not mangle the computers. The girl behind it gave him a bit of a smile. "Hullo, Mister Dresden. The usual?"
"Hi, Katie. Make it two, one with a large milkshake. And, uh... see anything else you wanna try, Fray?"