Elise notices when restaurant patrons seem to notice her entrance. She doesn't openly acknowledge them but her eyebrow does rise a bit. It's all the confirmation she needs to accept the weird feeling she has as fact. She sits, gets a menu, and though she has no intention of ordering anything she lifts it as though reading it over. In truth, she's using it to shield her eyes as she looks around. It was certain that her grandfather would send Sergei after her--he'd done it before but it was also certain that wherever he was set up, she wasn't going to see him. The question was who else was after her and how quickly could she get away from the restaurant before the brawl started this time?
She sat the menu back down on the table and then lay her hands, palms down. There was a slight rumble that passed through the table. Whatever she was going to be facing out there, there were other people to consider. Concussive force blasts it would be. She didn't know how much time she had to formulate an escape plan before they came after her...
"Damn it," she whispered to herself though it was possibly audible to those nearby. All she had wanted was a cup of coffee.
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