Devika raised her eyebrows at the stranger. Client confidentiality? Really? Well, he was making a pretty crappy job of keeping his presence a secret here. He stuck out like a sore thumb, and talked like a cop. She frowned. What if he was a cop? Some kind of plainclothes detective, or something? What was he doing here, then? As far as she knew, these were good people. A little on the wild side, but no one bad. 

Pushing a wayward lock of black hair from her face, she smiled and sipped at her drink. "You know, if you're a cop, you're a pretty crappy one. No one in their right mind is going to open up to you, with you acting like that." Years of being on on the stranger side of life had tempered most of this cafe's patrons against authority. It just came with the territory- people saw black lipstick, tattoos and punk hair, and immediately jumped to 'hardened criminal' without stopping to see them as they were. Surely this cop was no different than any other. "Why don't you go hunt witches somewhere else, huh?" Her smile was on her face, but her light brown eyes were filled with a quiet fury. These people were her friends. She wanted to protect them.

The bells jingling at the front door caught her attention, and she turned, looking over the man who'd entered. A real smile came to her face. "Hey Connor. Nice ensemble."