Someone once asked how he always knew that Inej was there even when no one else knew she was there even if they were looking for her. He'd made some passing remark about intelligence, or magic, or whatever sounded mystical but the truth was, he could feel her.

Not like Grisha science where he could perhaps hear her heartbeat or know her scent. It was as if his entire body was honed to her and so, when she came close, he knew.

He feels her as she slips onto the barstool, his periphery vision knowing someone is there but in his heart knowing it was her. He shifts slightly, turning a bit more towards her as his gaze goes to her face. The coin doesn't falter, rolling over his fingers and then vanishing once more. He held out his hand towards her.

"If you wouldn't mind?" As if she had taken the coin from him.