Yondu situates himself at the cafe and waits, noting the server but doesn't say anything beyond ordering the most caffeinated thing he can snag (but mentions he's passing on the nutritea so she at least knows), counting on her recognizing him. He smells like whiskey, but he can't really help it as enough dried into his clothes after breaking up another small altercation.

When she comes back around and speaks, he flashes her a big shark grin like he's just bein' friendly.

"Is it now? That's what I was figurin'. ...Some of these people seem to come from people's homes, too. Like they ain't crew but they came from somebody's world or some likeness of it."