He smiles faintly, relieved that she seems okay both with the plan and with the food, and eats in silence as he leads her to the desired subway entrance. He swipes her through the turnstile, stands quietly with her at the platform, sits just as quietly on the train. There isn't really anything to say, and he suspects she wants to think, so he just sips his coffee in silence.

When they reach their stop he guides her out with a minimum of explanation, leading her back above ground and toward the waterfront. The streets become more open as the buildings become shorter and more sparse, until he's leading her across the last road to an outlook next to a row of yachts, climbing over a little mound of grass to the rail so they can be as close to the water as possible.

"Here we are," he says softly, unnecessarily, mostly just the break the silence.