Heeding Siofra's quiet words, Andromeda motioned for the waiter to come closer to her, eliciting an almost uncomfortable expression from him as she leaned up and practically purred her request for hot tea into his ear. Amused by this, she watched the boy pad away after taking whatever orders were left with the same, almost aloof air she'd had upon sitting down at the table. 

Not that she hadn't been paying attention to the conversation, of course. They had to play fetch for this man - or, whoever it was that had hired him. Her eyes peeled themselves away from the waiter after he disappeared into the kitchen to fall once again onto their newest Mister Wu while Serge pressed on for details. It was upon this second, closer inspection that - after a few moments returning to the same spot because it seemed...[i] off[/i] - could she spot the thinnest of wires peeking from beneath his lapel, visible only by way of the slightest contrast to his skin and shirt. Someone was being naughty. Who was it now that wanted to listen in on their dinner?

Her attention was snapped away from the fact at movement beside her, followed by even more of a ruckus behind the group as a solid wall of the contact's safety net made themselves apparent throughout the establishment. Body tensed from instinct, Andromeda's brow furrowed as the corners of her mouth turned down into a concerned pout; though truthfully she was much more annoyed than anything by a) the fact she hadn't seen these now so obviously planted thugs and b) Jack couldn't keep her damn trigger finger quiet for five seconds.

"Jack, darling," Andi crooned, swaying lightly toward the woman beside to her, and like a lover on a second date murmured, "Why don't we save our energy for the real deal, hmm?"

Eventually the whole of the restaurant (civies included, it seemed) took a breath of relief as the blonde palmed the blade, and the black force of trouble retreated into their seating. It was all Andromeda could do not to roll her eyes at Wu's sniggering as she continued to watch Jack, unwilling to turn to see the smug smile that was no doubt on his face for having won the little standoff. Serge would handle the closing events, as he always did. Andi was more concerned about not getting themselves into any more trouble before the mission even began. Though with that hidden tap on this asshole's person, she was sure more complication was on a horizon not too far.