There was something about the woman he knew was watching him. The vampire he knew was watching him. Something about her reminded him of Gabrielle. He couldn't say why, at least not yet. She certainly didn't dress like Gabrielle did, in her khaki and hiking boots and long braid. Something around the eyes, though, perhaps.
Since her attention was focused on the humans, Lestat began to scan them for what they thought of her. A nice jumble was returned.
She was pretty, she was terrifying, blah blah.... that was boring.
As a waitress gave him his cup of coffee, Lestat thanked her, calling her ma chere, and wrapped his hands around the mug.