[The chance of eavesdropping is indeed one that's fallen into their laps, yet Connor can't help but doubt the usefulness of listening for information in a place that he's already deemed as a dead end. But Inej is looking at him with something glimmering like expectation, and the blue LED at his temple circles once, twice.]

No. I've never played the part of waiter or help staff. Crime scenes don't normally require it.

[Said with the smallest lift of a brow, but the manager chimes in brightly, Just for an hour or two! We pay well and need the extra pair of hands. And a pair like you? Sure to be tipped well. What do you say?

Connor looks at his companion quizzically.]

I suppose if you're interested...