The quiet that fell on the diner went unnoticed on the lawyer. Not that he might've joined in had he noticed or seen the cause. For most of his time spent in LA, he'd seen the oddest the city had to offer and then some, so much that he barely batted an eye when people stopped to look. It was as natural to see to him as a normal human being on the street.
But when he was at work, most of the surrounding world ceased to exist. His head was bent low, he scribbled on the pad and then hesitated. A moment later, he struck it out and squeezed his eyes shut. There was something missing, a connection that he needed before he met with the client in question, and it wasn't coming to him. Frustrated, he opened his eyes and reached for the mug in front of him.
It took a few seconds before it sunk in that someone was addressing him. He glanced over, recognizing the alien that had been a resident of the Welcome Center for some time. "Gul," he replied, tilting his head in acknowledgement.