[She's right and he sees no reason to comment on it, though he does watch her bouncy display with some inwardly amused impassiveness. He supposed someone who works in a bar ought to be able to be that cheerful, but he personally keeps himself away from the trap of bartender ears.

He follows after her at a sedate pace, though he heaves a soft sigh at being inside. Familiarity, after all, is not something to be scoffed at. He takes a seat by the bar, taking time to put Yoru by his side, and leans on his arms a little to watch her busy herself around.]

Good.