Kreel shook his head slightly as Ben began more or less barking orders - admittedly he found it rather amusing, especially when he added the little thought that had he himself been any other Commissar the sergeant would probably have gotten much more than he bargained for instead of just a little stern glance as he waited that the man had moved so he could properly test his communicator. The Commissar just rolled his eyes and touched the small earpiece. "Sergeant, I will have to remind you that I am wearing what appears to be the uniform of a Commissar - thus not 'breaking cover' might be a tad bit difficult for me." Despite the Sergeant's overall plan being a rather good one - a bit basic, but a good one - it seemed like there were very few members of the group that were following it - not that there seemed to be need for it as Zhevon arrived to the cafe with his contact.

Now, Davian was not much a man of luxury - he had met some nobility of different planets during his time, but had found them mostly selfish and self absorbed. Still... he had a card that could more or less buy anything. So he took a seat like any other fellow would, waited politely for the waitress like any other fellow would and ordered something to water his throat with. He was mid-way through his tea when the thought hit him and his fingers moved on his communicator again "...Silver, where did you run off to?"