Din had a hard time believing he wouldn't like Miguel's tequila selection. Din wasn't a heavy drinker - though, that was starting to change as of recently - but he wasn't picky, either. He had never turned down ale, no matter how sour the taste. Tequila wouldn't be any different.
He was quiet for a moment, weighing his options, before deciding on, "You know what, yeah. Let's move over there to that darker corner." He'd help move everything, of course. But a more hidden location was naturally where Din felt more comfortable. He probably wouldn't remove the scarf. Not immediately, at least. However, he did prefer the sense of privacy the dimly-lit booth in the corner provided. Once they were settled at their new location, Din would answer Miguel's first question.
"I'm okay. Maybe a little nervous? I have mixed feelings about all these people being sent away. It should be a good thing, right? To return to your own home, your own reality? I can't help but feel selfish, fearing that one day, I might lose you, or Ava, or.." Din paused, another name on the tip of his tongue. However, he'd quickly move past it with, "..or anyone else I've come to care about here. What about you? How are you handling all of this?"