[It's good, certainly, but Martin's about had his fill of affable older men who say they need him for things. Richard doesn't look or sound like Peter Lukas, which is helpful, but his general... existence isn't something that sits especially well. Martin's own smile is bland in return as he settles down from the shock of the dog.]

I- Yeah, I saw... I don't think I'm really that hungry, Dr. Strand. Thank you, though.

[He gestures again and will hold the door of the cafe open for the other man once they reach it, ushering him toward a booth.]

I'm not sure how much help I'll really be. I only just got here, myself.