"Anna," he repeated, nodding. "Pretty. Fits you. I'm Remy." He smiled when she turned around, shifting a bit in his seat so he could hopefully catch a glimpse of who or whatever it was that had people starting to get worked up. Before he had much of a chance, though, she was talking to him again, asking an age-old question.
"Spicy. Every time," he replied, grinning from ear to ear. With an actual glowing recommendation, there was no way he could not order it spicy, even if he'd been so inclined before. As Anna placed the order, Remy finished twisting in the chair just enough to catch a glimpse of what he assumed the semi-disturbance was. An obvious mutant, minding his own damn business. He let his attention drift halfway back to the band, making sure to keep an eye on the drunk who'd looked inclined to throw a few punches for no good reason, just in case.
"Aimless wandering," he answered, tilting his head back toward Anna and watching as she mixed a line of drinks. "Just felt like walkin' and seein' where I ended up." He held his hands out. "Guess it was here. 'Less I end up somewhere else after."