Steve didn't try to explain or excuse the words that came out of Danny's mouth. He was just barely at any understanding of them himself. It wasn't an insult, and Chin was scooting them out the same as the kid, and Steve was fast to step back, making sure it wasn't straight into Danny.

Heading back toward the place they'd come from, with little more than passing a hand through the air between them saying, "Chin Ho Kelly, Detective Danny Williams." And vice-versa, at least because it got that out of the way, before they started. Cards and introductions. "Can we grab a table? This shouldn't take too long."

Barely the space of a minute or two if the answer was no. A little longer if the answer was yes and they could get a lead on the smugglers. If Chin could point them toward anyone, even a shallow hint of a lead of the guys who did this.

"The canteen should have a few of those open. Over here," Chin said as he lead them toward a different area than where they'd just come from. A small, what looked far more touristy than Hawaiian little coffee bistro attached. The kind of place that looked like it didn't even remember what the dream of a lunch rush was anymore.