She arches an eyebrow at the collar he hands her, considering it for a moment, before slipping it around her neck, and clicking it in place. As they walk, while she doesn't gawk at the outside world, he can tell that her gaze is not simply wariness of danger.<br/><br/>The waitress nods, and has them stand for a moment while she retrieves a chair designed for the winged, before settling them at a table. "Yes," Aviendha replies, answering and not answering his question, at the same time.