Cad looks over the equipment and nods... it's not reassuring, but a job is a job, eh? As long as he doesn't drown, he can't complain.
Well, too much.
He's about to respond to the comment about emerald eye-slits, fully agreeing, when a shadow approaching is mentioned. Leaning against the crate, he watches the door with fingers on his dagger and unconsciously rolls a coin on its edge with his toes.
Cadlyan nods when the man asks, as obviously they were sent here by the hand... anyone that knows enough to ask certainly knows enough about what they're doing there to make it hard for a Grappa to suss them out, so he leaves the mind-readin' to the others.
"Tha' we are," he says, giving the newcomer a once-over; new duds, nice club, and a casual attitude... interesting choice. He'll have to keep a friendly eye on this one, as he could be someone the Hand grabbed just to get an eye on them.
After all, there's 'pparently all sorts of strife in that lil club.