Miho thinks the reaction is pretty cute, too. She knows the building, so she didn't really look around.

She moves her seat slightly for a better view of the door.

"No, I shouldn't think they remember me, I haven't been here in years. What they recognised was. . . the, um, the dialect I was using. Yak-speak." She grimaces. Ugh, slang.

"And the ōtoro's pretty good, all the fish is really fresh. It has to be, they'd go under in five minutes if it wasn't."

Waving teh server over, she orders in a fast rattle of Japanese.

"A little of everything," with a grin. "And I asked for nothing that would be too 'weird' to a westerner."