Ryan looks up as the newcomer approaches, not being able to help noticing the swaying and smiling a little, then trying to pretend he wasn't really looking as she arrives at the table.<br/><br/><em>"Welcome to our humble establishment. May you have a grand meal, Mr?"</em><br/><br/>Ryan, Ryan O'Connell. He smiles warmly and nods, his dark hair shifting around his shoulders a bit. And I believe you're underestimating your place here, milady. It looks very nice and inviting. I'm sure the meal will be excellent.