Malia blinks, having followed and sat down, but doesn't question it, the faint hint of magic making her nose twitch. She picks at her food, glancing around at the other patrons, who seem to have suddenly all found better things to do with their time than stare at the two new people who'd come in.

She's not relaxed, not by a long shot, but it's still better than being stared at.

"I don't really know how to deal with other people."