New face or Lost Soul?

[Floryn]

Floryn looks at the woman with the worn leather jacket. He notices the gold-green necklace, reminding him of a scarab.

"Coffee? It's not coffee, but if that's what you've got, then that'll do."
"And I doubt if you have civet coffee, 'cause..."

Floryn is interrupted by the buzzing of his own cell phone.
With more than a hint of disgust he looks at the display.

"Excuse me." Floryn stands up and walks to the far end of the cafe."

"What do you want?"
(...)
"Yes, it's me. Who else?
(...)
"What? I just came back!"
(...)
"Not Kingsmouth again."

Floryn turns and looks at the others in the cafe. Could they have heard him say it?

"Now you listen, Richard. I will do this one mission but then I need some down time. And I want to get paid more."
(...)
"All right. Send me the details."
(...)
"Yeah, yeah. Give my regards to mother."

Floryn puts away his cell phone and walks back to the table and sits down.

"Sorry about that."