Hasibe has her smile on before she even looks up, greeting them with a tiny sideways tilt of her hand (and its cigarette), waving just a little. Her gaze flicks from Ivan to Ilde, for a beat, and then back to Ivan. She's read the mood in the span of about a half-second, which means there is no undue pause before she says anything.

"Not quite, but I have someone I met here a little earlier. That's part of why I've called us all together." She tilts her head at the tables and chairs (even a small sofa) cloistered together, conveniently. "Sit wherever you like. The waitstaff is inattentive, I'm afraid, but they can be corralled when necessary."