Quentin sounded much like Roxy in the regards of his work hours. At least he had the luxury of making his own times. Roxy was more or less a slave to her job, so even if she had just left a graveyard shift she was still vulnerable to receiving a call asking her to come back on the clock. It was an inconvenience at times, especially when some days all she wanted to do was sleep, but she loved what she did regardless.
"Well, if you do bite my fingers off, at least I'm a paramedic and can either patch myself up or drive to the hospital." Roxy looked over her shoulder to smile at Quentin. "Just don't swallow them and I'm all set!" Straightening herself out, she looked around at some more of the options and thought it out some more. "I'm definitely not a vegetarian by any means. I like, live off of seafood hardcore." Representing the penguin in her, oh yeah. "Though I could totally go for a meatball parm. Haven't had that in like, ages!" And with that settled, Roxy shuffled on over to the counter and waved to the barista to get their attention. Damn teenagers being lazy on the job. Roxy scoffed a bit and rolled her eyes as they came on over to take her order. "Hey! Can I have a large iced vanilla latte, one of those bad boy meatball parm subs, aaaaaand-" She whipped her head around to look to Quentin. "What're you going to get, mister? Aside from something with a bajillion shots of espresso."