The coffee turns out to be not unlike the stuff he had spent most of his life drinking. He sips it, enjoying the familiar taste and grateful for the way it warms him almost immediately. "It's good," he murmurs.

There aren't many people in the diner at this time of day; a sleepy looking waitress wiping down tables, an old man absorbed in a newspaper, a few people sitting at the counter watching television. It's on a news channel, some report about a factory closing down that Steve listens to for a few seconds before deciding it's not important.

"You wanna get something to eat too?"