[ The cloak lifts the half of its collar closest to the man addressing him, acknowledgement or a shh it's difficult to say, then flops back flat. Stephen meanwhile is casting his attention around the bar, desperately trying not to have to start asking strangers have you seen a cloak fly through here.
Perhaps sensing its advantage, the cloak starts worming ever so slowly closer to its would-be ally while Stephen's focus is elsewhere. Blind spots are hard to come by, but since a certain somebody seems to be actively ignoring the most obvious focus draw in the room... perfect hiding spot. ]
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Perhaps sensing its advantage, the cloak starts worming ever so slowly closer to its would-be ally while Stephen's focus is elsewhere. Blind spots are hard to come by, but since a certain somebody seems to be actively ignoring the most obvious focus draw in the room... perfect hiding spot. ]