Kaz is perfectly capable of handling himself and she knows this, without a doubt or a second's hesitation. He didn't earn the name Dirtyhands for sitting back and letting other people do the work. But is it so surprising that she feels the need to remain somewhere just in his periphery as Kaz starts to seek out what he can about the city and it's people, and the world at large? She'd hardly call it settling, he hasn't been here long enough for that and- well. Did Kaz truly ever settle? Even in Ketterdam, there were always things left he vyed for.

She has been listening to them, the whole time in fact, as soon as she'd seen him set up at a table, perfectly positioned so no one is behind him, and he has sights on as much of the room as possible– some habits never die, she thinks.

She doesn't appreciate being called-out, however. She was doing just fine sitting with her knees drawn up in the booth she was perched in. There was a tall backing between them, he had no way of seeing her, but... he always knew anyway, didn't he? Ever since that first time he'd caught her. Stupid boy.

For a very brief moment, Inej considers ignoring him, making him look a fool in front of the other woman. It's petty and childish, and she ultimately decides against it. But it could have happened. Might have, if she'd have listened to more of this coquettish banter before he called attention to her presence.

"Don't let me interrupt," she says, tone somehow both light and flat at once as she peeks over the false wall between the booths.