Despite the chill of the morning, Daniel had sweat beading under his clothes as he approached the coffee shop. No, as he approached her. It was suicidal, he thought, to knowingly walk up behind another dragon without first announcing himself. This was the very trouble Xiaofan had saved him from all those years ago when he'd bumbled across a line of archaic draconic culture and trespassed on the territory of a huge black winged dragon. Danny hadn't been raised by dragons, orphaned soon after hatching, and by all rights he should've been slain had Xi not stepped up and talked the beast down.
Daniel owed her his immortal life for that. She'd given him a new purpose and newfound respect for himself. For that reason, and because of the nitty gritty details she'd shared with him about her sister, Daniel continued putting one human shaped foot in front of the other until he stood behind Jayati in the coffee line.
He was 95% sure she wouldn't bite his head off on a public street like this, and that made him take courage. He wanted to feel her out where it was safe.
"Cold," he commented casually, rubbing his hands together. He glanced up at her briefly before surveying the street. Danny's clothes were secondhand and didn't fit him very well. He could've been a better than averagely dressed homeless man or poorer than usually dressed lower-middle-class. Somewhere between the two.
Stealing another glance at Jayati, Danny perked up as if he finally recognized her. "Hey, you're the sheriff. The one that detective suspects in his whole, you know, barrier crisis breakdown online. Guerra, was it?" The way he said her name was with a Spanish accent. The word, of course, meaning war.