Jeff Ryan arrives from Birthright Parkway . Jeff Ryan has arrived. Martine is seated at a table, nursing a glass of water, not having ordered yet. Her eyes are on her PDA, which is resting on the table. She doesn't look too worse for the wear, but certainly not her usual peppy self. He glances at the PDA, and the calm smile fades, meeting her eyes, "You won't believe me, but now. I'd decided on the way here." There's no smirk, nor fidgeting, nor any of the other tell-tale signs a man makes when he lies. He's not even staring at Lydia's eyes the way a man does when he knows the obvious signals.