"Er..... I'd like what shes having, please..." He muttered to the food clerk. He hadn't actually heard what Mystic had ordered, but he figured it would be better than nothing. And at the moment he was too deep in thought to be able to concentrate on the menu.
How to answer...
The two sat together at a small, two-person steel mesh table. He looked up at her, finally deciding not to go into detail at all before he got caught in a lie.
"I am not allowed to say. The rest of that information is top secret." Yes, that seemed like a good answer. That way she would stop prying and he wouldn't accidentally slip up on something.