She considers him right back, observing his graceful demeanor, feeling a certain.. something.. maybe a power, or a talent around him. She thinks this is the man Klaus had mentioned, the other person who lives here.

Her head inclines, and she answers with a slightly amused tone of voice. "I am. I was found in the rain like a lost kitten, I confess."
She glances at him again, and then inquires "Are you the gentleman the owner of this cafe mentioned? The one who lives here as well?

She had a secondary bottle of that nice Becherovka for just herself, so she pours a companionable amount into a glass for him, setting it on the other side of the little table at which she is seated.