Listening to this exchange made Iggy smile again, shrugging and dropping what he would have paid for the snack into the man's tip jar with an eerie amount of accuracy, this was one of the reasons it usually took people a while to realize he was blind.
He followed in Del's wake easily enough, folding his wings down snugly, easily compacted and hidden under his coat, vanishing, really, through the slits he'd made in the back of it, zipping the front up again as he settled on the bench as well, "That kind of thing happen to you a lot?" He asked, surprisingly clearly, around his mouthful of knish.