Allen slowly turns toward the taller, burly man that has more right to be a bouncer than a damn barista. He grins, nervous lips stretched thin over far-too-white teeth, and answers like they're old friends and the man will hopefully not tear him in twain.

"Oh, you know. Seeing the sights. Admiring your beautiful cafe. Making faces at cats." Allen casts his eyes around them, looking for a way out. "Hopefully making friends?"