The figure, outlined by light, gives a mild nod. He wasn't really even expecting to be spoken to, but now that she has he studies the girl briefly. Serving girl, late at night, probably tired from a long shift. He's seen too much of the world to disregard anything that goes on in it as insignificant, but he's also seen enough to quickly assess people, and make a good guess at what to expect from them. It seems better to let her recognize him as a stranger than to try to act mysterious and just end up looking dodgy. The second course seems more likely to get him run out of town, and he'd prefer to linger awhile, here. The place suits him.

"Aye. You closing up soon?" The minute he speaks, she'll know he's not from around here. The raspy voice is unfamiliar, sure, but the accent is striking, a muddled mix of something European, with traces of French, and even American. That's an accent that's gone around the world a few times, until it would be impossible to guess where he's from originally.