He still didn't completely understand where she'd come from, though he'd heard horror stories of the Age in which Apocalypse had reigned, he'd never seen it first hand. Still, a world with no coffee was no world the Cajun ever wanted to see, and hearing the tired excitement in her voice was enough to let his mind move on. She wasn't his Anna, but she was similar enough to almost make him forget, except for the uniform she was wearing.

"Well, mon chere, it's yo's whenever ya want it." He allowed her to lead the way to a table, to select a seating arrangement she was comfortable with.