She's noticed enough for her interest to have piqued. That isn't too hard, usually, when Ishiah's working at the bar. He doesn't do much to mask his existence from anyone who's looking to know; while he doesn't keep his wings out in the same way that he did back in Manhattan, he's not trying too hard to fit himself into an entirely human mold, either. The people who remain ignorant of his identity are those who were clueless in the first place, or those who might even have been willfully unaware.

This woman is neither of those things.

"I'd be careful making assumptions in this restaurant," he replies passively, doing nothing to give away the fact that his body is anything but borrowed. "But I suppose height is an advantage."