[At Pyrrha's suggestion Nero looks down at his half-covered Devil Bringer and then up again at the somewhat populated beach. After taking a brief headcount, he glances back over at her.]

Ahh, I dunno about that. [He leans back in his chair, looking over at the boardwalk.]

We could get something to eat. I haven't eaten anything decent in days. [In fact, the last decent thing he ate was what Pyrrha made him.]