Inwardly, Zohvin is relived that Kit didn't opt for sitting at the bar. If there's anything he hated, it was sitting with his back to a door or a window. Sitting at a window was a little more acceptable, because at least in most cases he'd be able to see an attack coming.

Okay, so he was still rather paranoid. Old habits died hard, especially when you didn't know when you'd need them again.

Zohvin sits across from him, posture relaxed in a way that doesn't well reflect his attentiveness otherwise. "Ah, I see. I wouldn't mind hearing more about your people. Where I'm from, most non-human races don't resemble humans very much... my own species being an exception."