“What is everyone doing? To help.” Bruno asks while busily poking at some of the items on the diner’s counter, clearly avoiding to look at either Cal or his little droid. Not that he ha s any illusions to be of much help, but knowing what might be expected of him… Yes, he would like to know that.

The more quiet inspection of the counter comes to an end, at least for the time being, when Bruno picks up the salt shaker, easily figured out what it is and exhales with notable relief while pouring some of the mineral into his palm just to anxiously toss it over his shoulder. A little luck can’t hurt, right?