The person (?) occupying his seat is dressed in all black with a black hoodie, which might be too egregiously edgy for most people to deal with. But then again, the Mean Bean doesn't have a normal clientele.

"Of course I am. How else do I find you?"

Ain's smile is almost infuriating, but he reaches into his pocket and produces a vacuum-wrapped package, places it on the table. Wrapping superconductor chips in normal plastic wrap is almost criminal. Only an android can get away with it. Maybe.

"The last one, too. You're lucky."