He was traveling without the use of a car, even if he wasn't that far from the place, he still used a portal to get there, just because he could. Even if he was ripping parts into fabrics of space. Stephen was already inside of the late night Taco Bell, staring at the menu because really, this was not his favorite kind of food at all. He liked fine, rich foods like true Italian pasta and cheesecake with wine, not fast food meat between a crunchy shell. There was no way he'd stomach this for long.
But the man did stand out just a bit from the rest of the late night crowd as he was not dressed like a bummy teenager. His hair was combed back, he wore dress pants with a buttoned shirt and a vest. He looked like the magicians of old who performed for the courts in the day.