This is a very nice tea shop, though the tech level and aesthetic continue to be sort of jarringly off. He follows the General, because what the fuck else is he going to do at this point, and appreciates that the upstairs tables are quiet and there aren't a lot of people. Since there's likely going to be some kind of something about who he is. Which is, he's sure, why the man asked for one.

Holy shit, boba? Boba!!! He hasn't had boba tea in fucking decades! Not since he died! His entire face lights up in open glee as he stabs the straw into the cup and sucks in a mouthful of tapioca, at which point he remembers what's happening and tries to school his expression. He chews the boba pearls and swallows.

...Okay, Airplane, just fucking do it, he's definitely noticed you're insanely suspicious by now. "So. Ah. This one... has no idea where he is?" ...well, that's a start.