[It's definitely strange. This guy is strange. He's too calm, too unassuming, too ordinary for where he is. Something about it puts Kida on edge, sends a chill down his spine that settles in his gut and keeps him tense. He forces himself to sit back in the chair he's chosen, getting comfy like a poor guy unused to decent furniture or warmth should. Like someone with the criminal stupidity of the mostly un-initiated. He's trying his hardest to project the image of a local boy who got in over his head just recently and hasn't yet learned the ropes of the underworld.

The only thing that betrays his experience is the way he holds that cup of coffee carefully, firmly enough to throw it if he needs to, but doesn't drink.]

I guess it's fine. I can't promise an answer though. A guy's gotta be careful, right?