Mordin felt a pang of sympathy for the waitress. There was a high probability that she was dealing with drunk customers, and now there was this insanity. Mass insanity, he reminded himself, though it wasn't really a comforting thought. With a sip of his water, he just watched Rose's actions and Liam's reactions, ready to spring into action if it was necessary.
"Good idea," he agreed with a small smile at Liam's question. "Rather peckish. Could go for meal." He wasn't all that hungry, really, but maybe it'd make up for making the poor waitress so uncomfortable.