Nothing at all about the guy screamed 'I'll be fine', but Peter didn't really care. It wasn't his business. He was nobody's hero, only everybody's outcast. He shrugged slow enough for it to come across as almost natural looking. There might have been some jerkiness to the motion. He wasn't great at blending.
Anyone with eyes could see Peter Maximoff didn't try too hard where himself and the word 'blending' came into play.
It bothered him to think the guy was going to be hungry or something. That was what he told himself when he eyed him for a moment, blurred into the cafe, poured a small black coffee into a to-go cup, sealed it up, and came back out to offer it to the guy. He didn't think it was nutritious in any way, but it was an appetite suppressant. Peter had heard all about that from his mom when she'd been yammering with her friends about losing weight for some new guy or another.
"Here. I got you another."
He'd already left his pie plate back in the cafe. No one there seemed to care any longer if he took a slice here or there. Peter had started leaving a few dollars at the register when he had them. It'd even out in the end as far as he was concerned. It wasn't like they really needed the pie or the money. Test City wasn't letting anyone starve nor was anyone required to work from what he could tell.
Peter sure wasn't working.
"Need anything else?"
Sometimes Peter could be nice though---when he felt like it. Or he got bored enough.