The Rani ordered, watching Eve out of the corner of her eye. It was interesting to watch her choose a table for them. She clearly had a very ordered mind, much like the Rani herself. In the back of her mind it occured to her that she'd quite possibly gone mad. Taking a child out for food, time was when she'd have drugged Eve and taken her back to the TARDIS or perhaps if she was in a particularly good mood merely asked the questions she had then moved on.
"A very good choice," she agreed, with a little nod of the head as she attempted to pull out the seat opposite before noticing Eve's leg hooked around it. "Making sure no one attempted to sit with you?" she enquired.