Maria smiles and nods knowingly, though really, she's new to this side of this galaxy, and thus: has NO Earthly IDEA of who Kylo Ren IS, or even who the Knights of Ren or the First Order are. (Yes, she's a very long way from home!) "Oh yes? Well then, Mister Ren: I DO hope you intended to tip that unfortunate waiter a little over the usual twenty percent, just for the sheer terror you obviously struck into him, somehow!" She grinned slyly at him, over her own menu, as she heard him mumbling something about a "Grand Slam" being apropos, or "fitting". "Oh aye? And— who slammed you into the ruddy bar of the local pub, anyway?" Yes, she had noticed the bloke's injuries, and she could only imagine what sort of "pub brawl" this unfortunate man had been through earlier that evening...