No, it's okay, I really don't need anything, I'm just waiting for someone.

[Guess who arranged to meet his wife outside this cafe at this time, and has obviously been distracted by a shiny looking bow or a new idea for a trick arrow or the chance to give a speech about fascism?

Dinah is carrying a paper bag of motorcycle parts, and is as politely as possible deflecting as many attempts by street vendors to sell her something as she can.]

No, please, I'll eat when he gets here. Thank you, I hope you have better luck today.

[She could do with rescuing.]