Graves was on his way home from a mission; a long journey, but it felt good to be on American soil again. Or, more aptly, in an American diner, with good beer, even better burgers. And pretty waitresses.

After the first decent meal in months, he was leaving a hefty tip on the cheque regardless of how pretty his waitress was. But after eyeing her up again from his table, he scribbled an extra zero at the end of his tip for her to take.

If he was gonna be a sleaze he may as well be nice, too.