Moot follow Olivia's finger with her eyes before looking to the phone, holding her hand to her jaw in a thoughtful manner for a few moments. As much as she liked to make a bang and maybe pay those murderous soldiers a bit of karma, drawing such attention would be dangerous for them and everyone else. Besides her jet lag was already giving her a headache. She held a finger to her lips, a universal signal for quiet before standing, noticing another civilian had entered the shop. 

[i]Let's get closer.[/i]

She typed. Klara hoped they wouldn't have to resort to typed messages for too long, much more accustomed to sign language. The baseball bat she had borrowed from the communal troupe luggage was peeking out of her rucksack, quickly pushing it down to remain inconspicuous. She wandered in the direction of the jet bridge.