It must be the magic thing, she surmises - perhaps a perk of being the archangel Gabriel, who enjoys candy and animals and sushi joints and can be somewhere else in a matter of seconds and can speak Japanese. She watches him with muted interest as he greets Johnny with a kiss on the cheek and a grin and an easy confidence that calls to mind Newt's graceful social charisma when navigating the mild terror of a public space.

"Mako." She tries for a smile, a self-conscious twitch of one side of her mouth, and resists the rather childish urge to duck behind her menu. "Mori."

Don't even worry about it, she counsels herself in Raleigh's voice. You, like, radiate badassery. Cause, okay, I thought you were the coolest after like thirty seconds of meeting you. You got this.

"Green is fine," she adds inanely, and has to tack on a hasty, "thank you, really. I do not - have anywhere to go."