( It's a bit sweet, really, to watch him watching her pile things, trying to figure out the hows and whys. Some of the other waitstaff having to climb into booths and bend over to reach items far back on the tables from the walkway is hint enough, most like, but it still baffles him. It's probably going to become her new hobby, that.

No, it isn't an escort mission. Just a further invitation for company and the chance to know where to find her, but he already knows how to use the devices to a certain degree. He'll be able to look her up easily enough, or reach out if need be. This meeting and the information exchanged would just have to be plenty. She'll lead the way out of the restaurant and pause beyond the scope of the doors, smiling to the sound of "his voice" and how he chooses to phrase their parting. )

I imagine we will, you're right. I'll look forward to the next time we meet, then, and for now I'll simply say to take care of yourself.

( It's said with a gentle touch of her fingertips to her arm before it draws back and she gives a little flutter of the fingers in a wave, turning to begin the walk back across the boardwalk and down toward her clinic. Maybe she can surprise him next time with an upgrade for that text to speech feature. )