Her treatise on the evils of slavery according to Liberty's own public policy made him smirk momentarily, feeling there was only one way to respond to that. "Yeah, well tell that to the President." It came with a half chuckle, since he could only imagine how a conversation between the vacationing Outcast and the President of this decrepit House would go. Once she'd told him what she wanted and even went so far as to hand him the money, he did his best to translate her fairly high handed "dialect" of sorts to the service staff waiting at the window just next to them.
"Give me one of your sweet grilled cheese buns, and.. what's the closest thing you have to juice?" There was an awkward pause as his query was considered, some hidden amusement as well since this really wasn't the place to be serving fresh juice of any kind. "Well, we've got some orange juice that's usually reserved for the breakfast menu." It was a hesitantly delivered answer because the orange juice was essentially just a synthetic blend pretending to be the real thing, but it was for all intents and purposes close enough. "Yeah, that's fine. One of your binge sandwiches too, a can of deep blue and a bottle of water. That'll be it." With their order conveyed, all they needed to do once the payment was provided would be to wait, which didn't prove all that long.
Once he'd been handed the food and sorted out a generous tip, Damien handed the bag with their order neatly packed within it to his companion. "Put this in that track strapped down on the back. We'll go eat somewhere nice." It was unclear what he meant by that, or if that was even possible on a planet like this, but there was a slim chance he could use his skills at improvisation to work something out. Once they'd gotten underway again, he felt the need to explain something. "You know I'm taking you to all these places deliberately, right?" He was now just curious to see if she understood his rationale.
