/me eventually plops down on a nearby bench, juuuust  far enough to be out of natural peripheral vision but  juuuust close enough to be within earshot.  D4C, brought  out, hides  behind the bench, while Valentine retrieves a bit of stashed coffee and takes  sips off of it. After a good while, he confirms the identity of the two in front of him, but continues  to say nothing. If passed over by eyes or by ears with  intent, he seems to be bird-watching.