"You don't, but this is the Summoned's inn. Now, normal civilians who come here are usually here to stare at us or see it as a novelty, but you're back here trying not to be intrusive. And I've never seen your face when I know every person who comes through here. Thus, new."

It's a quick rundown of how to get to what he sees as an obvious conclusion. Jesper's like that. He used to be the second in command to a gang boss, noticing details was literally his job. He's expected to be observant and to report back to someone, although these days it's reporting to himself, as he's the welcome party. He has a list of all the Summoned, so here's another person to go on it. And another beauty, unsurprising, considering.

He pulls out a chair for himself and sits, willing to get up and fuck off if she asks him to, but they're just chatting and he doesn't want to hover over her. She might notice that besides his bright green clothing that stands out, he's one of the only people around here with guns at his hips. They're pearl-handed and in colorful holsters. Guns are far rarer around here than swords because of their cost.

"I'm Jesper Fahey, I'm the welcoming committee. I also live in the attic, so I'm always around." He offers his hand with a warm smile.