That would be Rusty delivering more side-eye than one teenage boy should possibly be capable of. He was already trying to figure the guy out. Drunk, high, both? Or just really weird? He'd gotten really good at catching the first two, thanks to his mom, but that last one? Well, it was Madison Valley, you never really got great with it.
"It is busy, yeah," he agreed. "And it's not like I can really object to you sitting here since you're, y'know, already sitting down."
There were probably worse people who could've randomly showed up, though.