"Everything but the cute co-eds," Tony bounces back, trying and mostly failing to sound more upbeat than he looks, as he edges carefully around the guy to sit down at one of the empty tables.

With a glance back at him, he re-registers the presence of the shades and the walking stick, taking it in the stride of a man who has spent at least some time navigating the crowded hallways of convention centers and hotels, as well as plenty of military vet hospitals and fundraisers. Half rising again, he holds out a hand to guide him towards the table.

"Hey, there's a seat here, man. Eight o'clock."