Ben easily caught sight of the pregnant woman and smiled slightly in return. It was automatic instinct to think back to the rules of the island. However... the rules were probably not in effect here, being that Ben was in a wheelchair.
Still, he couldn't help but wonder if the baby could live without killing the mother. It made him wish that Juliet was still in the city. A proper diagonsis would be ideal for both the woman and the city in general.
Finally the waiter arrived to take his drink order and remove the extra setting at the table. Ben smiled at the man but made no effeort to talk or be nice. His mind kept wandering towards the pregnant woman. After the waiter left, he casually swept his arm across the edge of the table, dropping his utensils all the while looking at the woman. After the clatter to the floor, he stopped his prolonged glance and began to lean over in a feverish attempt to gather his fork and knife in hopes that the woman would help him despite her own condition.