Karl hesitates as he starts to leave. He should do something. Wait, why? Why care what his food was up to?

Turning back and acting on impulse, Karl fishes out the man's wallet just long enough to snap a picture of his driver's license. He'd check in on things later. As he goes back into the diner, Karl mutters to himself, "Damnit, I'm getting soft for some reason."

Back in the diner, Karl sees that the others have things in hand, and so finds a quiet corner and calls Fred.