Sloan smiled slightly, showing hints of white teeth but nothing off-putting. He'd been so preoccupied with his own assignment to Division Six that he hadn't taken much time to consider how people who weren't skilled at infiltration would adjust on the fly. Instead of kicking himself for not walking a mile in their shoes, he took the time to get his bearings on the new arrival. Really pretty up close, in the same androgynous way he'd noted from in line, but up close it was much easier to see the telltale signs of Assault - light facial scarring, taut muscles, a searching look like she wouldn't mind kicking his ass if he were to pull out the Sig he was carrying underneath his partially-unzipped hooded jacket. He'd probably deserve it if he was stupid enough to pick a fight with her anyway. Butei could be dangerous, whether you were one of them or not. 

[color=00a651]"Hey, now, don't worry about it. I'm born and bred Los Angeles, so before they put me through a semester in Dagula, I was the same way. Besides, looking at how many Assault grads we've got ourselves here, I'd put some money on you not being the only one who loves a good, straight fight."[/color] Despite the fact that he had spent undue amounts of time with a Russian as a drinking buddy, Sloan had absolutely no gift for the language; he had a decent grasp on Arabic (Mom's language) and Japanese (being a Butei) but it was English he'd first learned and first loved, so he spoke in his native tongue to the new arrival.

He carefully divided the napkins up and slipped another scone across the table politely. With his other hand he reached for the straw and tilted it towards him, taking a small, vanilla-tinged sip and scanning the room with his eyes. What he saw on second glance was mostly the same as his first; that pleased him enough to smile wider and casually cut off a bite of scone with his fork. The pastry was sweet, and a little light on the chocolate, but Sloan was so happy to have a taste of home that he promptly cut off another bite and ate it slightly faster than he had the first.

The knucklehead sitting with the crooks laughed louder at some joke his contact had told him. He hoped that was just good acting, and not the man's natural personality. His eyes left the full table and found the clock - [color=00a651][i]nearly time[/i][/color] - before, remembering his courtesies, making their way back to the woman at his table.

[color=00a651]"Sloan Negasi, Dagula. I promise we're not as bad as you Assault types hear,"[/color] Sloan greeted warmly between bites. [color=00a651]"Pleasure to be working with you."[/color]