[Tarvek looks down the counter and sees a former Mayfieldian sucking down coffee with great dedication. Looks like he may become one of Ilsa's regulars. That being the case Tarvek's determined to try to be friendly. He may try to hard: he was trianed for the life of a nobleman in a parallel 19th C Europe, not for a more casual, direct age.]

[Nods rather regally.]

Hello. May I introduce myself? I'm Tarvek Sturmvoraus, a...friend...of Ilsa's.