[Mr. Barista is here, shoving an apron into a messenger bag at his hip and running a hand through his disheveled hair, which doesn't...actually help all that much.]

Yeah, yeah, I'm here, I'm here. Sorry to keep you guys waiting.

Everybody ready? I think we should head that way -- [he points] -- since my home is that way -- [again, pointing] -- which means it's stronger in this direction.

[He jabs his thumb at the rising skyline of Locke City's business district.]