Rhade strides in with his usual air of confidence (and a little bit of suspicion, but that's not out of the ordinary either), and takes a seat. He folds his hands on the table, before catching sight of Ilde.

He hasn't talked to her since that one afternoon by the water. It hadn't been anything personal. Later that day, the curiosity of things he'd overheard at the Vault had finally struck him, along with the guilt he still felt for a particular captain. He'd turned off his CiD and took his meager savings, left the inn, and found a way to start up a fake life. The CiD had stayed off for the entire time, and now his voice/face was never shown publicly.

It seems that they have mutual stake in all of this, and he shouldn't be surprised.

He inclines his head towards her, in silent greeting in case she's involved in any other conversations. He's patient. He can wait.