[From Michael's perspective, the church is easier to explain than the diner. It is Saint Michael's church, after all.

But the man doesn't ask for any justifications—which is just as well, because Michael doesn't answer demands from strangers. Having decided he's facing someone who's out of his depth and possibly new around these parts, he settles back into his seat, expression pulling into neutral.]

You aren't. If I were set on privacy, I'd lock the door.

[Which is how he tends to leave the place when he isn't occupying his usual spot in the booth: door sealed and windows shuttered, lights off.

He waves a hand at the dining room. Despite the lack of staff or patrons, the tables set with cutlery and condiments suggest it'll be bustling with activity at any moment. It's almost inviting—and the gesture is all the invitation Jayden will get to take a seat of his own.]

Here I was thinking my domain relatively unremarkable. Just passing through, then, or are you looking for something?