"You're welcome," he replies, settling into the booth across from her. The seat didn't depress; the holoform had no weight, even though it could exert force. But while sitting, it was unlikely that anyone would notice. His eyes sweep around the diner with great interest, taking everything in. While he knew from media what such places looked like, and he had 'seen' the inside of them in the sense that he could scan through glass and brick to register the dimensions of the inside, actually seeing it was something new.

The waitress bustles over with a sunny smile and a practiced greeting, bearing a coffee pot and ready to take their orders. After Rogue gives hers, Knock Out demurs ordering food to stick with just the coffee. "I already ate," he says to the waitress, equal parts apology and charm. "Though if I'd known we were stopping here, I would have waited."

"Happens all the time, hon," the waitress answers, then promises Rogue's food will be right up and leaves them to their business. With the general hubbub of clattering plates, talking patrons, and overhead music, at least they won't be overheard.

"I am nowhere near practiced enough with this thing to feign eating," Knock Out gives a faint grimace, before she can ask.