She turned her head only an inch or two to see the waitress, holding herself taut until the woman left and saying nothing, short of a quick nod of thanks. People she couldn't see bringing her things unpredictably was still unsettling, but Andy was trying to get used to it. It just wasn't going very well, or very quickly. Without an anchor to help her, she was adrift in a world that felt hostile and unpredictable, not knowing when something would startle her into a reaction she didn't want to have.

It was why she didn't carry a firearm anymore; just a little knife tucked into her belt, securely touching her elbow even once she turned back. She breathed deep, trying to calm her already-racing heart, kicking up as the noise around her fuzzes out into static. It was difficult to push it down and focus again.

"I don't..." Andy didn't bother finishing that thought, knowing how falsely it rang. She could hear it. "What will she do about it?" she asked instead, hands fisting on her thighs before she made herself pick up the delicate china cup of tea from the table, though the liquid sloshes dangerously towards the rim.