Kratos hasn't been paying much attention to his surroundings, beyond the bare minimum needed to be aware of any potential threats approaching. There are none, so he's been ignoring the other patrons of the cafe.

Likewise he starts to ignore the loud chatter of the man exiting the door, until the voice pings him as familiar. Hmh. Where had he heard that voice before ...? Kratos glances toward the man, expression impassive as he regards him. Not a familiar face, so someone he's overheard and not seen; but the tone doesn't sound right.

"There's plenty of space," he replies, with his gaze still on the man as he pushes the table toward the man with his foot. His tea barely ripples.