His eyebrows raise and his jaw falls open slightly. That... wasn't the reaction he had expected. But he recovers smoothly enough, stepping away from the storefront they'd paused beside, and indicating with his free hand. "This way."

He'll lead her to the nearest sports bar he knows of. There's a hockey game playing on one big screen tv, and a football game on another. At this time of day, however, the place isn't too loud or crowded. He finds them a table at the back, within full view of the exit but secluded enough for them to hold a private conversation.

A waitress in her forties comes up to the table, and asks what they'll be having.

"Order whatever you like. My treat," Akobi offers. Then, to the waitress, "I'll have a stout, please. Whatever's on tap."