(For three years you have been collecting information about some potential danger to the empire by giving it to Caspian, however your public life is based on being a waitress at Caspian's favorite bar). You saw him entering through the door of the bar going to the far table where he usually sits, you approached him and touched his shoulder, Caspian looked at you with the same severe expression motioning for you to sit down. Sit down. Caspian only limited himself to saying that.