Lancelot is loathe to answer, that much is obvious, eyes tracking over the menu. He looks up and winces a touch apologetically, is about to start answering when movement catches the corner of his eye and a young woman appears by their table. Her hair falls in red curls, and she beams happily at the two of them -- phone brandished in one hand.

"Hi!" she begins, "isn't it such a small world? I didn't expect to see you here."

From Lancelot's face he's unsure how he feels about this, but after a second he offers an uneasy smile.

"It is! Elaine, this is Faolan. Faolan, Elaine. She's a student at Redbright. We seem to keep running into each other lately."