K stays watchful until they've settled into chairs, more wary of the enclosed space at first than he had been out on the streets, but if there's fewer ways out there's also fewer ways in which makes the room easier to cover; it's also inside and there are fewer lights, which makes him feel better. He does, after a short time, relax.

He's still quiet, but he watches people around them with interest rather than caution, and he sits close enough in his chair to Jesus that their elbows might brush if they're not careful, although his hands are back in his lap, in his pockets.

"Is your friend here?" he asks quietly.