The Colt server eyes slowly widen as I sit on the edge of the undersized booth, lift my trouser leg, and begin unscrewing my prosthetic. Words don't seem to find him before I'm done, and I lean my metal leg against my side of the booth, alongside Dinkys toy, before sliding in myself. A little cramped, and I might have a sore back later, but only needing to worry about one leg helped with the leg-room issue. Yeah, I can work with this.