Alistair was quiet. Had always been quiet, physically and verbally, ever since she had come to town. It was something that Jayati appreciated about her, actually, better than the Bridge Guards who exploded with chatter when she visited them as if it had been physically painful for them to contain their thoughts for hours. Not that she didn't have certain topics that she couldn't get verbose on herself, though for some it seemed like everything was one of those topics.
At least, that was her excuse for not catching the woman's approach until she was in her peripheral vision, just before she spoke. Quiet, and lovely, fitting in at Veritas altogether more than Jayati, which she was fine with, honestly. Fitting in everywhere was not her job. The Muscle, not the Spy, was a mold she had happily slid into and fit snugly in.
The menu was placed back down on the bar, a bit of relief visible in her eyes when she looked over at the woman, glad to actually have a purpose in being here instead of probably having the staff look for Hugo or Julius, assuming something must be wrong for the Sheriff to be here. As amusing as that thought was. "Certainly not." One eyebrow rose as she answered, frankly, head tilted at Alistair, responding to the question with about as much seriousness as it had contained, "I came to talk to you, and figured I might as well eat. How are you?"