She replies: "Sure"

"Sure," she replied. "It's not like I'll get in trouble or anything, right?"
She was right. There was no trouble in the Mainframe.
She went into the back to give the order to the chef. While she was gone John briefly scanned the diner. The place was nearly empty, only two other diners there, and both looked about to leave. It also seemed that Stacey was the only waittress on duty. Business had drastically slowed down.
Stacey returned a moment later, having left her apron in the back. She was dressed in a pair of fairly tight blue jeans and a tight, plain black T-shirt. Cute, but possibly too young for John, who'd just celebrated his twenty-eighth birthday. Of course, age meant nothing in the Mainframe. But he felt a tinge of guilt on the few occasions when he'd put genuine thought into attempting to seduce what looked to him to be a nineteen year-old.
"So," she said, sitting down. "Anything new?"
"Not really," he replied.
"Still hang with Andrea?"
"Yeah," he replied. "She's the same too, I guess, though we haven't talked much lately."
"Stacey,"a voice shouted from the back.
She started, then stood, looking cautiously into the back. He understood why. The voice had sounded fairly alarmed.
"You want me to...?" He trialed off, as she was nodding her head already.
He stood and followed her into the back.