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Thank you Alfred for acting lessons. Because without them it would've been hard not to betray his thoughts here.

Deadshot

Fuck, this was bad. Known assassin with a screwy code of ethics was right here. On scales of bad, this wasn't good at all.

Thomas quickly does a rundown of the number of civilians in here and which were first in the line of potential fire, while he keeps thinking. Nobody in here was this paygrade of assassin worthy, and his only connection to anyone here was the girl Zoe. But if this guy was in here just for coffee...he couldn't let this sort of lead get away from him.

So Thomas takes a breath, leans back in his chair, stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets casually, and shoots the other two a relaxed smile. "While you two talk, I think I'm going to get another turnover." He gets up and starts walking to the line nearby where Deadshot was, and looks away from where he's going to ask them, "Did either of you want anything? I can-" And his shoulder bumps into Floyd Lawton's as he passes. "-oof. Shoot! Sorry about that sir, did anything spill? I'll get you another coffee, I'm really sorry, should've been looking where I was going." As babbles a little, playing the part he's set out, he grabs a napkin off a nearby table and pats down the parts of the jacket where coffee's been spilt.

It's really an excuse for two things. Thief-trained sleight of hand to get some bat-trackers on the guy and so that he's close by, and the first in the line of fire should anything happen. It was easier to fake slipping and falling turning into a well placed kick than anything involving projectiles anyway.