"You are eating?" Stavros asked, pointing at the counter. "I like their sandwiches here. Very good, very filling." He patted his stomach as if to promise that food was on the way, then hesitantly edged his way into the booth on the opposite side from Garcia. "I will sit with you if you do not mind," he said. "It has been a very strange few days for me. I am glad to have fish-girl not tied to my leg."