Cherry eeped when her butt was goosed, blushing so faintly it was not visible on her skin, and nodded. "There's a 24/7 diner on the way home, if we walk." She checked her purse and Callie caught a glance of a light pistol hidden inside. The girl faintly smelled like her namesake - perfume or shampoo. They started walking, staying on well-lit streets - Cherry wasn't doing this for the first time. "As long as we avoid the side alleys we should be fine. Only real risk is some drunk humanis goons, sometimes they feel like kicking some metahumans after drinking." She did keep her hand close to her purse hanging from straps from her shoulder though.<br/><br/>The diner had scant customers at this time of the day - or morning. Two young men sitting with a young women, all looked like college kids after a night in town. One guy of middle age, sitting in a corner, probably a shift worker on his way home. Or a criminal, seeing as he was packing a rather large gun and his clothes were a bit too nondescript, and yet too heavy for the climate. And two hookers getting coffee.