"I -" He notices his tone coming out sharp, and tries to relax. It's just a kid. Someone who probably has no idea just how high strung he is, and flipping out at someone her age is probably going to get him kicked out of here. He takes a breath and tries again, tone a touch more calm. ... But not by much.

"I didn't ask for manners advice. I just want to get my food and leave." Away from the stares, away from people, somewhere that he can run and not feel judgement. Maybe back to the Court, where someone will be willing to spar with him. He needs the distraction, needs something to remind him to fight.