I bet Weiss and Blake are already kicking butt halfway across the city.

[ the extra emphasis and warmth in yang's voice as says "blake" is almost swallowed up by the dead silence of the restaurant. no staff chatting up diners, no clink of silverware, nothing.

quietly, to ruby: ]

Maybe this place doesn't have the best reviews?

[ and then she cups her hands around her mouth and shouts into the diner: ]

Hello? Anybody here?