[Monts is about to ask, "So what, is he a serial killer or something?" But she decides to play it less forward and just see where the conversation will go naturally.]

Oren and Iona told me about him. [The matcha is poured over the milk and ice and its rich green color softly blends with the white.]

And really, until he actually does anything out of bounds against any of us or other customers, we'll treat him like one. A customer, I mean.

[A steel straw is given to Jacob along with his iced lavender matcha latte.]

As for me? Well, I don't know him and I reserve judgment until I actually see someone with my own eyes and talk with the person in question. Sound fair?