Nikaido raised an eyebrow at Jack's response, "A tiny bit vague, but to each his own." Nikaido shrugged, her eye wandered to the cheap patterned wallpaper, she wouldn't impose herself onto the conversation this time. Her drifting mind caught the jittery hands of a wall clock above the diner door, squinting to read the time set behind the glared plastic. Nikaido's eye widened with horror, "Oh... shit..." Nikaido shover her hand into her jacket pocket and fished out her wallet, frantically pulling out and slamming money onto the table; the sundays and plates practically jumped from the sheer force Nikaido had put into the action. "We are screwed if we're late," beads of sweat began to produce on her forehead "I don't know about you two, but I will literally be killed if I don't do what Death orders me to do." Nikaido jumped up, her crutch tucked under her arm, "Jack, hon, I know you're far from finished, but I'm sorry. If you're late, I'm responsible. I have intentions on living." Grabbing Jack firmly on the arm with her free hand, Nikaido wrenched Jack out of his seat, and pushed him towards the door, "Katsu, you need to come too," Nikaido urged, looking back to their companion who had seated himself nearly 30 seconds ago. "Trust me, last thing you need is your team and Death tearing you a new one." With that, Nikaido was out the door with Jack in tow, hopefully with little resistance.