Pete, Kitty
Pete had pulled Kitty aside into a nook during the fight, and then chided himself from doing so. She could ghost herself out of any situation. Even if a chair got thrown, it would fly through her and hit him instead. Good for her, bad for him. Better for any of the trio downstairs that needed to get ghosted through a wall if things went pear-shaped.
He was a strong proponent of looking natural, and he seemed to somehow blend in with all of the shady sorts around them. One hand was kept on Kitty's back at all times, to make sure that no one bothered her. It gave off a strong vibe that she was spoken for.
"That went well," Pete told her, considering hitting up the bar for a drink. Not to down it, but to take two sips and make it look like they were there on business. "Now we need to act natural while they have their chit chat."