"Are you sure? Aren't you like...illegal or something? I should handle the authorities. Don't want you to get deported." Dirk was already walking toward the restaurant, though. He was hungry and too impatient to wait, really. He glanced back a couple times to make sure Bro was still coming before walking inside and right up the the hostess's desk and informed her he needed a table for two, while holding up his thumb and forefinger for emphasis.