He smiles at her as she tugs out the chair, enough to sit down, although he can't keep the curiosity from his expression. Lancelot picks up his coffee for something to do with his hands, to keep himself from staring as she settles, and takes a sip as thinks.

"Forgive me if this is a foolish question," he begins, cautious. "But... can everyone see you?"

Is it, he wonders, something similar to why he could see the mark Pel carried that let her close the gate? The fae that came through?