Francis
As the elf makes his way through the press, he's able to take in several details. It's probably no surprise to learn that the suited goons at the front are carrying, and not all that subtlely either, although most of them look they'd prefer to simply punch a perp anyway. Up close, there's a passiveness about them that makes him wonder just how much attention they're paying. There's a couple of supervisor looking types milling around who look far more aware, although they only give him a cursory look. Francis passes through the doors; a couple of cameras are obvious to even quick inspection, and in a few seconds he reckons he's spotted about five. There's a group of people hanging around the tables at the front, some drinking, some watching the door for friends; a couple of them look like they might be security personnel.
"Hi," a cute human girl with brown hair in a pixie cut beams at him. "Do you need any assistance, sir?"