This is a Denny's. [Start with that, mumbled idly, his eyes scanning over her work (particularly the notes about himself).

[He looks to Caitlyn.]

We had some idea about the why. Granted, it's a little self-indulgent, I realize. [Said quite dryly.]

You're my grim reaper. This is my...

[He looks around the empty diner, lips drawing into a tight line. He holds his hand up, half-gestures, then lets it fall again.]

River Styx...