By habit, Nadine scanned surroundings during the travel. From time to time she'd glance inward, from the driver to her co-passenger. If eye contact was made,she'd smile either politely or kindly, as appropriate. Silence was always nice, a break from the constant background cacophony of Cirque.
The 24 hour breakfast joint was such a cute, quaint spot - which is precisely why Nadine had chosen it for them. It looked like something out of a vintage film and boasted a menu to match. Pancakes and scrambled eggs and even fresh toast. The front of the place was even a little souvenir shop for visitors.
She slid of the the car and handled paying the taxi driver without a glance at Mona. If it bothered her, she could help with the check after they ate.