Grin widening, Louis reassures, "No one's going to kick me out."

The picture of innocence. Who would believe this to be the face of an instigator?

Louis tosses back the remainder of his drink, sets down the cup. Turns his head to observe again their target, watch as the girl gets up from her seat. A light brush of her mind reveals the intention: circle the bar, locate the one missing friend from their number.

"Pour me another for when I get back," Louis says, rising from his seat. "I'll be a few minutes."

And heads off to intercept.