The fighting could be ramping up, out of sight and out of mind. The things that could be going on in the wastelands were endless! One such duplicate that Wolfwood's worrying about looks up from his blueberry muffin as someone else enters but sits a bit further down. Hearing about duplicates and seeing them in person is somehow very different, and that is not the same merciless killer he knew of that looked a little similar.

Those look like flesh and blood hands. There's no whir of mechanics when he passed by either. Knives spends a minute comparing the two in his mind; they could be the same in personality, or completely, wildly different though he decides shortly that probably there's more similarities than differences. Without the similarities, that man would still be a teenager.

Knives rises from his seat, picking up his muffin and water and giving his bag a boot in the direction of Wolfwood's table; for better or worse there's only one way to really assuage his curiosity! The glass is set back down there instead, and the muffin, and when he sits it should have come with asking if it's alright.

Instead of asking he sets a stack of glossy coins on the table in the middle, shiny and new and absolutely not in his hands or pockets a minute ago. Enough for a drink, maybe a small snack. The economy is a ridiculous notion to begin with, so despoiling it with counterfeit but otherwise flawless coins is not a problem.