The bar maid deposited the baskets of biscuits at tables around the room, pausing here and there to take requests from customers, and was back to the man who'd just arrived within a couple minutes. She hesitated as she found his eyes closed. Should she disturb him? She decided it would be worse to leave him waiting. He hadn't struck her as a patient soul. When she was still a few feet away, she cleared her throat. As she arrived at the table, she placed a mug on the table before him, then held up the pot of coffee from her tray.<br/><br/>"Coffee?" she asked with a smile, "Or are you ready to order?"<br/><br/>She glanced him over, noticing something seemed to have happened to one of his forearms. It didn't look seriously injured, but something had definitely happened. Concern picked up within her at once. If this man brought danger with him, she definitely wanted to know about it in advance.