The gentleman returned Jay's welcome, comforted by the man's assurance that he bore no ill will. He waited a moment, wondering if the less-than-energetic fellow would continue speaking after vaguely describing the scene as "this". The sound of mugs landing on tables and utensils clattering resounded in the vacuum of a conversation that hadn't even started. Realizing that the statement was complete, he looked around to get a closer look at what "this" was. Other than a silent woman oriented like a partner to this conversation, nothing really shined light onto his situation. He didn't want to embarrass himself by asking what "this" was, so he nodded as if he understood. "Pleased to be here Jay. My name is Floriano." The gentleman offered a handshake to Jay with a smile.

He then began to ponder on how what he should order, checking his metal watch as he did. He hadn't docked into this port with any itinerary, but embraced the saying about not being particular about ports in inclement weather. He supposed that he could watch the barista until he was introduced to a menu and then inspect it to make an informed decision. However, the vague response from the fellow customer mirrored his own uncertainty, to which he drew some comfort from. Seeing Jay as someone he didn't have to impress, Floriano innocently inquired, "Do you recommend anything on the menu Jay?"