As soon as she was through the threshold, of course, there were at least three pairs of eyes on her besides the concierge, who stepped foreword in his crisp uniform and greeted her with a smile. Tall and lean, he peered at her through a pair of glasses and raised an eyebrow at her suitcases.<br/><br/>"Planning on setting up shop?" He asked with a slight laugh, trying not to be perturbed, though the excess luggage didn't help with the general paranoia of this sort of business. Certainly the other three mafiosi, stationed at strategic booths throughout the establishment, were eyeing her quite carefully. "If you'd like, I'd be happy to store those in back for you. Table for one, or are you meeting someone?"