Elaine barely glances up at Faolan, she's largely disinterested by him, before waving a dismissive hand.

"Don't worry," she assures him, "I won't stay long -- oh, thank you!"

A waiter hesitantly pauses near their table with a chair, now unsure if he should be putting it down or not. Lancelot looks a little like he wants the ground to just swallow him up entirely.