"And fries." He pulls off the sunglasses and stashes them in the glove box. They're going to need to change cars soon, but not here. Here, they might be remembered, and stealing a car would be suspicious. There are going to be plenty of places in Louisville to get a new car.

When he gets out of the car, he's careful in how he stretches, not wanting his arm to be revealed. That's one sure way to start people talking. Luckily, he'd found gloves that cover his hands, so that's one problem taken care of.

Still, he remembers being a gentleman. So, he opens and holds the door to the diner for her, stepping inside. His brain immediately begins calculating how to kill everyone in the diner in the most efficient manner. It also marks all the exits and how to get there from anywhere in the place. He stiffens, his metal hand clenching.