Owner	Pose
Ree	"Gotta say, it's nice to be not screamed at," the demon says in the doorway. She, because it is clearly female, leans back against the door frame and nods at the server who ran up when she'd entered, a moment earlier. "Well, it is mutant town miss. You're welcome here." That gets an eyebrow raise from the red-skinned lady. She lowers it as quickly, but then nods. "Busy afternoon," she mentions. Which also gets a pause from said server. "It'll be a moment for a table." "Nah, I see a spot," she says in response, her tail twitching. "Send coffee." Then she starts to walk toward the one spot that's open, yawning widely.
Joan Wright	As far as Mondays go, this one is turning out to be pretty pleasant for Joan. There had been no emergency recovery calls performed today and with the exception of a trip into the field to update a resource profile, things have been plenty sleepy at the office. But now the not visibly apparent mutant is relaxing at a table in the busy diner. Having to wear dress pants that lack the plentiful pockets that the cargos offer, Her satchel rests on the booth beside her with a little pink and blue roomba-ish looking device with manipulators sitting to the other side. Joan is currently looking to her phone, tabbing through what looks to be a bunch of text documents. Guess work's not completely done yet.
Ree	The red-skinned lady pops down onto a seat, not asking first. She bares her sharp teeth at Joan, not knowing her from Adam, and says, "Hi." Then she seems to not know what to say next, and makes some movements on the seat, looking at her butt and then adjusting. Damn tail. "Why are all seats the same..." It's not actually a question.
Joan Wright	Hearing another slide into the booth across, Joan's eyes lift. Ignoring the phone, the brown haired woman looks over to Ree and then to the rest of the diner. Finding the place to be pretty full, the screen to the phone is quickly shut off. "Hi." Joan replies, sliding her hand back to put the phone into her satchel. "How are you?" The tiny little roomba-esque device beside Joan floats up, waving a manipulator at Ree, giving a cheery series of beeps and boops. "I'm Joan." The woman states, looking to Ree while extending a hand in gesture to the flying bot, "And that's Bailey. How are you?" Joan takes a look to the back of the bench as Ree seems to voice her displeasure to the spacing of it. "It could be worse. You could have seven tails."
Ree	Ree listens, not answering instantly. She looks up as she's spoken to, then when Joan repeats herself, she says, "You already asked that." A pause, then she asks, "Do you? Have seven tails, I mean." She tilts her head, gently looking to see if something is poking up behind the lady, then shrugs. "Seen worse, but it's always fun trying to avoid those. Easy to step on, they seem to roam kind of on their own." She reaches out toward the Bailey bot and pokes at it with a fingertip, rather curiously. "Hello. Are you alive?" Then, suddenly, "I have coffee coming. It is mine." Something about the emphasis in that means something, it was deliberate and important to her..
Joan Wright	When Ree asks about the presence of tails upon her body. Joan shakes her head. "Oh no. I don't." Joan replies, setting her hand on the cup of hot cocoa "But I met someone who did. Very nice lady. Pretty tails. I've met a few with tails in this area actually. A lot of different styles. They usually use the stools at the counter." Bailey floats back as Ree tries to poke at it. A manipulator waves once more, this time seemingly to shoo away the invading hand with a a whirl of beeped admonishments. "She's not that fond of people invading her space." Joan cautions, glancing over to the bot, patting the seat. The bot lowers, vanishing from view as the table's positioning blocks her small profile once sitting. Joan glances over to the register and then back over to Ree as the future coffee is claimed. "That works out. I ordered hot cocoa instead."
Ree	Ree ohs. "I was wondering if she was dinner," she says thoughtfully, referring to the little robot. "Sometimes the armor has incredibly tender meat inside." She is referring to the robot, right? >.> Coffee comes, along with cocoa most likely. Coffee is literally the easiest thing for a diner to serve up, so it's always quick. Ree takes the cup right from the lady's hand and slurps half of it down, then points to the cup rudely before she's even left the table. Then, without missing a beat, she looks at Joan and says, "Food is hard to hunt around here. There's this cat that runs around, but it's fast and knows the hiding places."
Joan Wright	There's yet another squeal of beeps and boops coming from the little bot. The lifting of a manipulator is soon halted as Joan looks over, "Bailey, no." The manipulators lower but the beeps continue. "She's not dinner. She's family." As the drinks are brought over, Joan reaches over to accept her lighter colored beverage, swirls of frothy light brown and lighter colored milk betrays a need to stir the beverage a bit longer, but the spoon already inside the mug alleviates one concern about the drink. The mug clunks down on the tabletop before Joan takes a hand to the spoon, swirling it about in its chocolatey bath. "Fortunately there are plenty of shops you can purchase food." Joan replies, "I don't think I would do well with hunting honestly." She considers the little devil across from her. "Do you hunt a lot?"
Ree	Ree pauses, looking at Joan over the lip of her cup. She looks slightly stunned by the last question, having been alright right up until that moment. Seems that she's the type to let others talk. But right there, she got waylaid. "Don't...you?" she asks, looking stunned. "How else are you supposed to eat?" It might occur that this might not be a normal interaction after all. Wait, how does she know about coffee then?
Joan Wright	Joan shakes her head. "No. I just buy my food. From the grocery store, from here..." It is at this point that Bailey decides to be helpful, lifting up from her seat, flying over to the side of the table where the menus are kept and bringing it back over to Ree, opening it up and setting it before the devil. The bot zoots over to her own seat, plopping down in the seat. Joan watches the exchange quietly, taking a sip of her cocoa. Once Bailey is back in her seat, she nods, considering Ree's question. "So, I assume that means you hunt all the time?"
Ree	"Well, since I got here I've done some. I mean, you're not allowed to eat other people," she says, admitting at least to that level of knowledge. "Which is totally fine, I'm all about not eating the staff. They know where the coffee is hidden." Ree apparently doesn't just look weird, she actually has the background to support it. Pulling one foot up into her own lap, she picks at her teeth with a pointed toe-claw. "So you can just ask for anything on this list, and they'll feed you? I'm not against it, but normally I have to do stuff to get that kind of service." There's a weird pause, as she thinks on the idea. It's a mix of innocence and brutality, and she honestly seems to be telling the truth there. "I'm new to town." No shit, really? Never woulda guessed.
Joan Wright	Joan considers the devil across from her, considering her words for a moment. There's a general uncertainty to the validity of the message conveyed but does it really hurt to provide the explanation? Just in case? "Well, you'd still have to do something to get the food." Joan replies, "Each item on there should have the price listed next to it. So you pick what you want that you can afford to pay the money for and then you order it. Some places make you pay before getting the food, others make you pay after eating." The woman considers Ree. "Do you have enough money to order?"
Ree	Ree laughs, grinning widely. Her teeth are really sharp, it seems to stand out for a moment. "I have no fuckin idea," she says, shrugging. "I can't actually read, this is all a bunch of scribbling on paper to me. But it's got pictures!" She pauses, then reaches into her cleavage a second and pulls out a card. Then she waves it in the air enthusiastically! "They said to show this if I needed money!" She shows, but does not let anyone take. Her body language is very clear. She's possessive, things that are hers are HERS. It appears to be a mutant liberation front credit card... "Funny lady, up on the satellite. I dunno. She told me to wear pants, but that's fine. I guess."
Joan Wright	"Seeing the card being waved about, Joan blinks. "Okay... So when it comes time to pay you'll hand that off to the server and she'll take it to scan it. Bring back a slip of paper for you to sign, return your card, and then you're done here. Did the people who gave you the card tell you who was paying for that card?"
Ree	Ree shrugs noncommittally. "She can't take it from me, I won't let her," she says. It is a threat. "But she can scan it. I don't mind that. What do you mean, paying for it?" She puts her foot down, having forgotten that it was there, and instead crosses her legs. And immediately regrets it her shorts riding up her butt. "Damn clothes sometimes. No, I don't ..I mean, the blue lady said that it was normal. Just to be careful, which I was gonna do anyway. Why, do you have a card too?"
Joan Wright	Hearing the mention of a blue lady, Joan gives a nod of understanding. "I think I know who you speak of." Joan admits, "And, while I don't have a card from that group in particular. I do have one." Joan glances to the menu, "...Do you need help with reading the prices or the non-pictured items?"
Ree	Ree is chewing on the menu when asked that. She looks up, then slowly lowers it back to the table. With what appears to be a level of civility, she says, "I would like that." Yes, this is going to be a very long meal. But at least she'll probably eat anything. So, ...yeah.
Joan Wright	To the acceptance, Joan smiles and shifts over on the bench, twisting slightly so she can see the text as Ree is looking at it. Her finger runs along the headers of the menu, "Okay, first up, let's see what part of the menu to read. Are you wanting beef, chicken, sandwiches..."