Stukov had nodded and taken to a small table near the door of the Cafe, having taken Smiles plan for just as it was and made no further comment on that matter. Of course, watching Zhevon waltz in did defeat the purpose of searching for him, but he did not just immediately charge over there and gather all sorts of attention. Instead he watched as the man had his cover blown so quickly, which was not surprising. They were all given access for disguises, and yet here they were, not really needing them since Boss went and blew the cover, of all people. Ironic, if one believed in labeling things as such. Instead of walking over and announcing himself, like his first thought was, he decided to keep at least maintaining his end of the facade. No need to identify himself with everyone around, assuming that Orderly hadn't gone blabbing on about who was all with the man, in which case the purpose of subtlety was utterly defeated. He stuck to the communicator for now, which would be more subtle thanks to the rebreather, on Stukov's end, and the fact it didn't broadcast out across the whole area, in general.

[color=9e0b0f]"Best laid plans are doomed to failure Boss, or so it seems. Your call how to proceed, got eyes on you from my little posting."[/color] Beyond that, the Armsman did nothing to attract attention to himself as best as he could, ordering a small drink, nothing fancy but nothing cheap, aiming for as unmemorable as possible. Sure, he could have gone for the most expensive thing on the menu, but the whole don't go crazy with the cards bit probably helped reign that in, alongside the fact that he just wasn't interested in such fancy things. So he kept his peace, listening to the comm and waiting further orders, while Boss and Smiles conversed across the way at Smile's table.