Vergil was new to Ravenwood, but moved from his corner table when summoned bringing his mug of coffee with him. He picked a spot between two hunters who were more interesting than him so a persons gaze went from one to the other without stopping on him.. Ever paranoid Vergil had put some runes outside the tavern and checked them periodically. Holding Purrcival he listened to the conversation and scanned the room observing with detail every hunter present. 

He felt it would be rude to activate his mark here so he used his knowledge, intuition, and rumors to guess at a persons identity. It was a little game he played with himself to keep his mind sharp. He also pulled out his notebook to take notes on the people around hum and what the conversation covered. At present he noted the woman with the gun and cleaning kit. She seemed imposing and probably a fanatic from her expression when cleaning the gun. Which was a masterful piece of craftsmanship, he needed a closer look when he had a chance. The other person of note was the man who called himself Gamble. Easy going attitudes were not his favorite so he made a mental note to avoid this man if possible.