( As much as Daisy would like to pretend she's the cool kind of spy, she can't exactly hide the look of unbridled joy on her face when she gets a look at the Wormhole. It's the kind of place she would have loved when she was living out of her van, and definitely one she'll have to come back to later. The shiny lights of the arcade games call to her.

Give her a week, and the top score on each will belong to Quake.

But for now she wants nothing more than a drink and to talk to Robbie, so she pays the cover charge ( and his, before he can get to ) and leads the way to a table where they can both see the exits. ) Man, you are really out of place here. ( Look at him, if she didn't know better she'd assume he'd be the kind of guy who beat up nerds for their lunch money.

Plucking a menu from a stand beside her, Daisy glances over it idly, her foot tapping out a rhythm beneath the table. This is a little strange. Not in a bad way. Just, weird. ) I can't even imagine you playing an Atari and I'm pretty sure that was a staple of life.