The booths and the patrons didn't matter because he could ask them to move their asses. Most people didn't start shit with a guy a couple foot lower than expected, and the manoeuvring Nick had down. He watched her look around like she wanted a blueprint or something. "You studying the place? They got one a little like it over the other side of town, only this one, we clean the fuckin' grill." The bad diner was known for being just that, about the only thing it had going was that it was cheap.
He didn't mind the kids as much as the adults. The kids were largely clueless, raised on the neighborhood, in the schools with parents who worked the Facility or one of the little places 'round town. Kids were raised right, they beat it when you yelled. Adults stood their damn ground. "Our burgers are pieces of art, lady. Fine art. Assembled." But his mouth had curled.