Nath's eyebrows shot up, mixing with his grey and blonde hair. His hand tightened upon his wand, and he kept it aimed towards her. Whoever this girl was, she either was a lost and confused soul. Or another террорист (Assassin) employed by the sinister Ministry. However, it was not his thought to randomly start blasting up a restaurant on a whim. He had already done that too often. And Magical entities had stopped him from doing it again. Unless he could slip it under the radar somehow....

He shook himself from his stupor and gestured to the seat. "Sure, take it. I am sure another table needs the chair, I am not expecting anyone anyway." His thick russian accent smothered many of the words. It had been some time since he had spoken English, he was far more used to the languages of his home, and his recent escapade in Outremer.