The movement hadn't caught Kestral's eye, for new arrivals were common in the bar, and she had stopped herself to prevent her looking guilty and attracting attention to herself. She didn't want anyone to remember she had been there.
So when Jube sat down and she saw him, she looked confused, surprised, guilty and pale.
She didn't speak, just looked at him as if it would never have occured to her that he might follow her.