[He returns the nod and turns to enter the cafe, taking care that he--and his still-empty hands--remain visible the whole time. For real, he's offering a cease-fire; no tricks, even from him. He walks over without ordering anything and finally greets her properly.]
Illyasviel.
[He drapes his coat across the back of the indicated chair and seats himself, arms crossed, ankle resting on his opposite knee.]
no subject
Illyasviel.
[He drapes his coat across the back of the indicated chair and seats himself, arms crossed, ankle resting on his opposite knee.]
I take it you just arrived.