Woo, now Motoko can explore dogtown. Potentially getting hungry before running into a weird stereotypical old americana diner in the middle of it. Complete with a southern waitress and a surprisingly large amount of black ice on the freezer door.
Surely nothing weird is going on there.
Motoko: "You where a spy!?"
Alex: "You where a Merc!?"
Motoko: "You served me apple pie!"
Alex: "Oh my god, you're the one responsible for disabling our listening post!"
Motoko: "-It had vanilla ice cream!"
Alex: "Who are you working for? Arasaka? Night Corp?"
Motoko: "Why does the only good cook in NC have to be a sleeper agent!?"
Alex: "Tell me now! Or the claymore underneath your seat is getting activated!"
Motoko: "That is so cliché!"
Alex: "You have ten seconds."
Motoko: "Is that why all of these seats are so uncomfy? You told me they were just old!"
Alex: "Give me your goddamn name, rank, and intentions kid! Don't think I'll hesitate!"
Motoko: "I only have two of those things!"
Alex: "Don't play games here kid! Five seconds.
Motoko: "Okay! Ok... Motoko, uh, Motoko... Fun."
Alex: "One more smart comment and I'm activating it."
Motoko: "...Yeah that sounded better in my head."
Alex: "Okay? You know what fine, I'm going to deactivate the claymore, there is no way anyone is this good at acting as a complete idiot while sitting on a land mine."
Motoko: "-Oh right! Don't worry I scrapped the activation code while we where talking! So now that that's useless can we come back around to the getting you better seating topic?"