Don settles up with the extra (Mattie's glare goes unacknowledged--she has countless reasons to wear that scowl and he doesn't have the time to sift through all of them) and joins Mattie at the table.

"What about the people you spoke to?" He pulls open his chips (his sole concession, along with the bottle of beer on the table, to their surroundings), nods permission for her to begin eating. "They any help?"

His tone is neutral, inquisitive.