Most people were trying to get the attention of the waitress who sent out the call.

Demyx however, was not most people.

He was sitting in a booth, next to Agent Washington looking a bit like a lost little lamb.

He wasn't. He also wasn't eating anything and he had an empty cup in front of him.

A moment later, the cup filled with water on its own, as Demyx tapped a rhythm on the tabletop. Not recognizable to him, perhaps, but maybe suspicious.