Ah, what a tangled web of civilities and intrigue they were weaving. Leo smiled at Estelle's bubbly acknowledgement, reaching up to adjust his tie as he did. "I'm quite fine, thank you," he said, noting the small hint of tension in the air as she seemed to regard the three men crammed into the noise carriage connector. Leo had walked in when Aleks was inviting the lovely siren for a drink; although she mentioned 'the gang' being all there, the attorney did not feel as if he should intrude.
Alek's inclusion of him, and the look on his face – almost pleased? – made Leo consider joining the two at their table. In many ways his concern was for their safety; any additional time in his presence, an identified Jew, might make their position in Herr Reinhard's eyes more tumultuous.
Nonetheless, he turned to the reporter, giving him a brief, "Nice to meet you," before following the tall aristocrat and the singer into the First-Class Lounge. The door closing behind them closed off most of the rattle and clank from the carriage connector, yet the feeling of having his teeth shaken loose did not lessen.
"Stella," Leo whispered to her as Aleks led the way, "I don't want to intrude," he said, catching up to her and glancing at Alek's back. She had a potential future with the nobleman. A way out. Gods!…Aleks even played piano; if a more perfect match had been made, Leo had not seen it. "Perhaps I should sit at the bar, so you may continue to build on the friendship you have with the count."