There's a few glances and they're given a wide berth by the clientel, even on neutral territory Kaz Brekker is a known entity and approaching him is a gamble few feel worth taking. The hostess though doesn't seem perturbed as she waves them to a table. Kaz hooks his cane on the back and sits, not taking off his coat. He knows better than to get comfortable, in case he ever needs to make a quick exit. "My guess? She needs something stolen. Something of great political importance and dear to the survival of Ravka." His tone is entirely mocking at the patriotism and dramatics. "Something that royalty and military can't show their hands getting dirty with, but they're entirely fine outsourcing."