[She can probably hear it: the low-pitched snicker of someone who's undeniably pleased that their trick went off without a hitch - for the first time in the evening, even.]
[Their smile drops when it gives them away. Or, maybe their position does. Either way, someone's face peeks through the tablecloth, and there's no ducking it. They recognize that her eyes have trained on them, that she's sighted them, well and truly.]
[They recover as best as they can. They raise their chin and, coolly, with as much haughty self-assurance as they can possibly bring to bear in short notice, as if they are not camped out beneath the table like some vagrant:]
YEAH MATE THATS COOL
[Their smile drops when it gives them away. Or, maybe their position does. Either way, someone's face peeks through the tablecloth, and there's no ducking it. They recognize that her eyes have trained on them, that she's sighted them, well and truly.]
[They recover as best as they can. They raise their chin and, coolly, with as much haughty self-assurance as they can possibly bring to bear in short notice, as if they are not camped out beneath the table like some vagrant:]
Can I help you?