"Sure," she scrawled down his order and then disappeared again to put it in with the kitchen. When she returned to the front she began wiping down the counter, shooting curious looks at Peter every now and then. He looked vaguely familiar and she wondered if perhaps she knew his counterpart in her universe. Eventually her curiosity got the best of her and she wandered over to his table and sat down across from him. She hoped it didn't seem too strange; she did this sometimes with customers she saw often and they never seemed to mind her company. "So, what's your name?" she asked brightly and tried to sound like she was just bored and making conversation. Not gathering information.