[ Silco's lips curl, and he picked up his drink. He can't really lean down at Hunter, given that he's practically the same height as him, but his expression looks more annoyed than anything else. It has to keep for something. His words aren't, but it's all about playing the part. ]

Yes. Now the couple is going to leave. Point it out to me when they do, and we'll take the seats so we can get closer. Use your implants if you notice anything.

[ He straightened and shook his head at the bartender, every part the beleaguered father of an unruly boy. Clearly, he was here because he had to bring him, but he wanted to be at the bar anyway. ]