Darius watched and listened for the most part. In truth he was about to say something about the old man bad mouthing them for a moment, but didn't get to as Alara had already spoken and handled things before he could. It was probably for the best. He might have ruined things. And in truth he really was interested in the old man's stories. However, something about the way he was observing Alara and Darius, himself. It was unsettling. The old man was reading them. It was kind of ... He didn't even know how to really put the feeling into words. He placed his hands on the table and pressed down as he stood up. Nothing moved or shook. He just needed a bit of help to situate him as he rose. Plus it showed that he wasn't going to try and attack or anything. It was a habit brought about by close encounters with his father. "While we wait for our food I think I may take a moment to stretch my legs. Please excuse me." Of course he planned to remain near the Cafe, but he needed a moment to think. And actually stretch. He hated sitting or staying in one place for too long at times. With a small bow he strolled away fro the cafe until saw a girl .She looked like she was in a bit of pain. She was holding her nose. "Um... Are you okay? Did something happen?" He asked calmly.