I'm assuming it's still morning.
Nodding in agreement with Milo's assessment, Ramona looks over the diner, while inwardly cursing the fact that none of the others had a car of their own. Not their fault, Changelings tend to have those kinds of issues with reintegration into mundane society. Still, it'd be helpful to have a second car parked somewhere nearby. In case they need it to escape.
In all likelihood, if they have to run, they'll be running to the truck. But just in case that's not an option, Ramona is looking for other ways out. Streets, bicycle paths, foot paths, trails, alleys, drainage ditches, whatever. Anything that might be an avenue to escape. She also makes a point of looking over the diner, trying to get a sense of the floor plan, the windows, the possible entrances and exits. No way is she leaving without knowing where the back door is.
Still, they'll probably look suspicious as hell if they just sit out here snooping around the place. "You guys wanna just go in? Act casual, have breakfast. Good chance to get a sense of the place."