Shrike's deliberate ignoring of the stares doubtless helps, but, well. He just tends to draw attention, for better or worse. Must be those ears.

He does raise an eyebrow at that last remark, as he takes one of the menus. "Indeed?" is all he says before perusing it.

To start with, it's an entirely unfamiliar material, so Shrike can't help but spend a moment or two simply examining that. Smooth and reflecting the light, almost like glass, but soft and pliable like leather. While of course being neither of those at all.

Ah, the wonders of plastic.

Once his initial curiosity is, if not satisfied, at least gotten as good a look as he's going to get, he does finally take a look at the content of the menu. True to Dimitri's assurances, the strange language is mysteriously intelligible. And luckily, Shrike has a broad enough knowledge to recognize most the foods listed as ingredients for various dishes. Still, though, some are entirely unknown to him, such as...

"What's a 'sandwich'?"