Jon has been fighting dinosaurs all day, stopping only to search through the rubble for sturdier weapons than his claws--currently he has a sand-filled mannequin hand on a post stuck through his belt loop--and he didn't bring a water bottle, mostly because he didn't have room in his black leather jacket. His black leather jacket is, actually, not optimal workout gear for downtown LA, even in the winter, and he is, consequently, extremely warm. This has led him to his current position outside a coffee shop (he has not yet located a drugstore), squinting through the window to see if they have water bottles. Perhaps they'll give him a cup of water without having to buy anything--was it LA or New York where you don't drink the tap water? It's probably filtered if it's a coffee shop--for fighting the dinosaurs. He has his wallet if they don't, and they probably have granola bars or something. He did bring a protein bar, but he ate it ages ago. If it weren't for his healing factor, he probably would have passed out by now.

A nice girl seems to be taking a picture of him through the window; he gives her a smile, momentarily forgetting his mouth and nose are covered by a black bandana. Instead he raises his arm in greeting, incidentally showing off quite a lot of dried blood on his fingers. He is not so much concerned with this as with whether or not it is legit for superheroes to go into coffee shops during missions.