[He'll spot her almost immediately, and instead of a mixture of dread and latent anger, he only feels the comfort of knowing at least one other person in this place can understand him. And she, in some way, cares for him perhaps as much as he does her. With that mild, but moving thought and the smaller feeling of warmth and admiration just threatening to tilt his lips into a smile, he orders his own cup and approaches her from behind, leaning in a bit to glance at the paper.]
Anything of interest? [He asks not reading the paper himself, but looking at her.]