Whether or not it's strange for a single person showing up to eat alone Kuja still gets the same service and smile as anyone else. "Oh, that's alright! I'll be ready to take your order whenever you are. Would you like a slice of lemon to go with your water?" Don't worry, the bit of lemon to spruce up the water isn't going to show up as a ridiculous charge on the bill. Remy's tends to serve locals more than tourists.

Regardless of the answer she'll give another smile before heading off at a brisk pace. As much as her height causes her to stick out whenever it's busy she thanks her good luck at having long legs and being able to move as quick as is safe without truly rushing.

She returns a minute or so later with a glass in one hand, with or without a lemon slice neatly attached to the rim, and a pitcher in the other. She stops at a couple of tables along the way to fill up low or empty water glasses, setting the glass down and neatly filling it with the pitcher, making sure to get some ice in it without filling the glass with cubes. "Here's your water," she notes in a chipper tone, "We'll have your friend's coffee over as soon as they arrive so it'll be nice and piping hot for them."

The proof that the crowd is dying down and the rush is over shows as she takes a pointed glass towards the bag sitting next to Kuja, "That's a nice bag; did you find it in a local shop?"