I wouldn't mind it, staying around, Mako murmurs at him, amusement touching her lips as she finishes her tea and then neatly tucks the cup into the bag. It wasn't an inaccurate image, either, and she was incredibly adept at handling accesses. She'd done it for the Marshal countless times and it felt natural to intercept, divert, control, like a well run kata, as natural as breathing.

She appreciated taking the time as it came, leisurely, her bag placed back with security, her fingertips either brushing at Daryl's wrist or tucked in the crook of his arm. She was interested in the booths as well, the same as he was, her thoughts and his threading through each other. Mostly, though, she was just pleased to be with him.