Evandau picks up a rag from the table and wipes the oil and grime from his hands slowly, casting an even look Costigan's way as he considers the haste and impact of his particular entrance. It's brash and very like the Foreigner to do this, but he wonders if there isn't something more underlying it.

"Leave us," he instructs the guards with a nod, indicating that they wait by the entrance to the hall. There is a beat and he would not be surprised if that trapped arm was twisted a bit harder before being released, but they do release him and move and ordered.