It wasn't long before Deuce's comrades came wandering in, one by one the Butei trickled and Deuce made sure to take note of each one. So far it appeared the team was comprised mostly of Assault members, although Deuce suspected the one ordering the scones to be a Dagula. From the way the man spoke it was apparent that he possessed quite a bit of charm. Something extremely befitting of a Dagula, but not always the case in the other divisions. 

There was also the potential Butei that had sat down near Deuce's own table. To the untrained eye, the lady appeared to simple one of those quieter folks, the kind who came into a Starbucks, quietly sipped some coffee and then left. However there were a few red flags for that particular assumption, the biggest one being that she hadn't bothered to get anything, thus obviously waiting for a meeting. Then there was the smudge on her hand, that while it could possibly just be paint, the faint odor wafting over to Deuce from across the tables seemed to suggest otherwise. 

There was of course a scattering of other Butei across the restaurant. Some Assault members conversing with one another, another Assault member chatting with the Dagula, and Deuce took careful notice of all of time, at all times keeping an eye out in case things went a little awry. At this point he also believed it to be best if he let Stephen take over with the conversation. Deuce could easily act as another criminal listening to his friend's boasts as he observed the rest of the Starbucks. 

So far the crowd around him was shaping up to be an interesting one, but Deuce wasn't yet sold on their individual competence. 

Also, Deuce wondered why he didn't thing about ordering some scones, those things were delicious.