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Pat chuckled softly, again holding his hands up in surrender. Apparently she had a thing for froofroo drinks as well and had no worries expressing her opinion. "Alright, alright. I'll use your card to get the funky coffee." He scooped up the little bit of plastic before adding, "but only if you stop calling me Mr. O'Ryan. That's my father's name, I'm Pat. Simple, easy to remember, Pat." He absently played with the card as he eyed the menu, mentally deciding on what he wanted as well as keeping the cost as low as possible. He had a feeling if he came back sans coffee of his own he would be wearing hers once she was done scolding him.

He was pulled from his contemplation by her observation about the baristas. "What? Now that is disturbing." He started slightly as he realized how insulting that was, "not that you aren't cute or dateable or anything but I'm like twice your age. You should be Dating someone from your school or something. Geeze why do people always assume the worst?" It was a hypothetical question Pat actually had an answer for. He always believed people thought the worst because they were then relieved and happy when the situation turned out to be not that bad, Or if it was as bad as they thought then they were at least prepared for it. 'Hope for the best, prepare for the worst' was a common saying for a reason and it was a saying he tended to abide by both in his personal life and his professional one.

He chuckled at 'Sarah's' horrified face when she realized she hadn't actually introduced herself. "Meh, it's ok." He waved off her worries with a flick of his hand and a bright smile. "Mercy is a much better name then Sarah anyway. It's got more character. Anyway let me get the drinks and I'll be right back." He was also going to explain the situation to the baristas just incase one of them got it in their heads to call the cops for what they believed was an improper meeting. He made his way to the counter, ordered, and while he was waiting he explained what was going on. One girl glanced over at Mercy and winced in sympathy while the other quickly made up the order.

Pat chuckled and once he put down the drinks he held his hands up in surrender. "Ok, ok sure. Can we try Mr. Pat at least?" It was worth a shot even though he didn't think the proper young lady sitting in front of him would go for it. It never hurts to ask anyway.

"Enjoy the coffee with your sugar." He said with a smile as he took a tentative sip of his own drink. He smothered his wince, it was not the stuff he liked. His simple black coffee sweetened with a dash or two of sugar was bitter and weak, at least as far as he was concerned. He placed the small cup down on the table and began to repack the still open med kit. "So once we get you patched up do you have a ride coming or would a cab be easer? Bus probably isn't a good idea." He glanced down at her feet, "standing on blisters, even ones that have busted, would not be a good idea." He wondered just how far along the blisters were because overall it would be best to leave them intact due to possible infection but if she was going to walk on them he would have to drain them, not something he was relishing doing.