Syrgei stood for a moment at the landing part way down the stairs. From Petra's annoyed description he was pretty sure who was waiting downstairs, but was at a loss as to why she would be there. "You want me to stall while you jump out the window?" Petra had suggested. He walked down the rest of the stairs and entered the common area. Tsaerri stood out in no small way from the rest of the patrons, and he passed the seats to stand on the other side of the bar from the Mesmer, where Petra previously was, and leaned his elbows on the counter. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure?"