Normal, average coffee shop or not, John had made it a point to not break from routine and had canvassed it with the same dedication as any hunt. He didn't trust this Talbot woman one damn bit, but the bullets were a temptation that made being here worth it. He'd studied the first bullet plenty before he had used it to get rid of Azazel once and for all, but he also knew how well-done replicas could be, so he still wasn't expecting to get the real deal – which meant what she was doing was just as worthwhile. The Colt was safe, his family was safe, so if this was a diversion, it would be one that would fail.
"Let's play nice, kids," he said mildly as he came up behind them; not that John cared if they snarked until they were blue in the face, but there really wasn't a reason to linger here long. Seating himself as well, his gaze on Bela as he studied the bruises.