Cassian blinked at the two, presumably, older men that walked over to the table. He could swear he knew them from somewhere, although he currently drew a blank. Maybe from his hours working at the school clinic for field training...?<br/><br/>Wraineth was eyeing the two with a fair bit more wariness. After a few seconds he muttered, hopefully quiet enough they wouldn't hear,<span style="color: #BF0000">"Friends of yours?" </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">"Not that I am aware of."</span>Was the short human's dry response.<span style="color: #FFBF00">"Still, they aren't precisely interrupting. " </span>