A private room has been set up for the group, a dim, white walled affair with a low wall and a broad table meant to house six or more, decked out with crystal water goblets and sweeping silver art deco silverware. Three of the seats around the table curve around in a booth style in the corner and the other three are individual-moving wrought iron and white leather chairs. Xindel sits in the middle of the booth seat, chatting in a low voice to one of the waitresses. Rodney does indeed take a seat, "Thanks." he comments quickly.