Genos comes in a guard at his side. There's always a guard at his side these days. And he looks absolutely exhausted. He takes a seat, picking up the cafe menu. He doesn't notice anything out of place, at least. He can't hear his own tune, isn't sure what it's supposed to sound like, but it's got so much static it's almost impossible to hear what should be a strong beat.

"A black coffee and a scone, thank you." He'll hand the menu back to J.