Rita gives him a weird look when he goes out of his way to open the door for her. It's an odd reminder that this obnoxious old man is also sort of a gentleman. Sometimes.

"Hmph... so there are limits to that form of yours. That'll be good to know, next time you decide to run your mouth too much." Rita's still salty over how few hits she was able to land on him, back at the training yard.

They step into a hallway marked for employees only, then out into the food court proper. Some of the commotion seems to have died down with no visible developments to gawk at, but many people still loiter about, content to stay nearby just in case something else exciting happens.