"Alright, everyone out who's getting out.
Morul, you're with Yttra. Give her a chance to use that tranq pistol, eh?
Hasala, you're with Konrad. Konrad, you may wish to stop chewing on your laser rifle. You may even wish to never use your laser rifle. Sometimes we just have to embrace our limitations, and then either hide in a corner and squeak by while being useless or performing relatively menial tasks while better-suited people take care of the more obvious problems.
Taddok, you're with Kyle. Kyle, you're holding that shotgun backwards. Maybe you should rely sparingly on your amp instead.
Jack, you're with Lerman. If anyone's willing to loan Lerman a weapon that'd be swell. Otherwise I guess we have a pack mule.
Pancaek, you're on your own and loosely in charge on the ground. That satellite dish is making me nervous, so I'm going to hop onto the roof. I'd rather you stay behind as a heavy hitter and cameye for the rest, and I don't want to drag anyone squishy up there with me.
Everyone else, remember the plan. Go in, ask whoever appears to be in charge about their higher power or something. Whatever gets them talking or shooting. Try not to deliberately intimidate or bother the diners; they'll probably go quieter if they think you've got no beef with them in particular and just happen to be making a mess of their dining plans. On the other hand, there's a non-zero chance the diners are cultists or affected somehow, so don't let your guard down completely.
Good luck and don't panic."
Hop up to the rooftops out of sight of the diner if possible, wall-jump the street leading to it otherwise. Once up there, make my way to the hideout and scan the upper floors with infrared and X-ray vision; transmit to the others. Stay out of sight of anyone in the building if possible.