Kell keeps his eyes on her, not unmoved by her fear but too stubborn to give any outward sign of it. His shoulders don't slump when she leaves with their order, but he does sink back against the booth, drawing a tired breath. Where once his eye inspired awe, now he sees only fear in those that behold him, both in Red London and now here. In everyone except, perhaps, Sirius.

Kell reaches into his pocket, rummaging for a bit before he produces a Red London lin. "Any token from the world I wish to travel to. I find coins are the easiest to keep track of. What are chips?" he asks, curious. "Or fries?"