Quartermain nods, his eyes tracking to the well dressed man and then to the VIP area. He looks close at the man in the suit, looking for anything which might give him away as being something other than a businessman out for a drink, but nothing seems to come to mind.
failure
Still, the woman was ideally easy prey, but it never answered the question about how these girls would have seen him. A mekhet, perhaps?
The soldier glanced back to Wells, indicating that he's spotted the man in mind. He let a small smile cross his face, mentally thankful for the magics which made that easier. "So what do you think he was? A ghost or something?"