Illyana nodded in response to Lucien's observation. From all of their descriptions of the man, plus Ivory's reaction to him, she was guessing that he was quite overconfident. Being the type of operation they were, there shows really were not the place for arrogance or "show stealing". They performed to stay alive, to keep moving, keep searching...and helping others like themselves have a place to stay and feel safe. There was no room for selfishness on this level, but, desperate times called for desperate measures. 

They waited a few moments more, right up until the talkers were going to start letting people in, when a pair of headlights peeled from the main road and started heading in their direction. It could have been another car full of customers, or so Illyana hoped as the lot had started to dwindle. She was about to pass it off as such, when she realized it was not heading for where the other cars were parked, and was making a B-line straight for the two of them.

[color=598527]"Lucien, do you...see that?"[/color] She pointed it out. After she asked, she realized how dull that question had been, the headlamps were pointing straight at them. 

He nodded in response, but his posture did not change.

The car made it's way through the crowd of patrons, jolting when it had to weave through people and cars, then came to a halt a mere twenty feet from them. There were two occupants, and the passenger door swung open to reveal their long-awaited new member.

He left the car gracefully, in one smooth motion, as he did all things. His eyes were locked on Lucien even before he exited the vehicle, and they flicked toward the girl at his side briefly, not that they could see that from this distance. He was dressed in a black suit and white shirt, unbuttoned to the hem of a dark gray vest. He carried a single briefcase in his right hand and his spotless wingtips waltzed across the dusty floor like he was walking on air. He strode toward the pair, but before he could get far, a woman's voice called out from the driver's seat.

[b]"Geralt, wait!"[/b] She cried, and flung the door open before she ran to him, her southern-French accent carrying over the night air. 

He paused, but did not turn toward the woman as she came to him. He wanted desperately to roll his eyes, but thought that may be a bad impression to make on the mousy girl that stood next to her Ringmaster. The woman flung her arms around Geralt's neck and buried her face in his shoulder. Her voice was muffled, but they exchanged a few words, and he kissed her on the cheek before sending her on her way. A wedding band flashed in the beam of the headlights as she turned away from him, tears glistening on her cheeks.

Geralt continued his approach as his valet backed out and turned the car around to leave. He wanted to show just how committed he was to their new...relationship. He came to a stop in front of the two, a confident smirk plastered onto his devilishly handsome features. [color=crimson]"My apologies for the delay, I was...unexpectedly detained."[/color]