Ah-ha. It is someone new. Syrlya stares for a moment at the dots on his forehead, as if they're any indication if he's as human as he looks, before his gaze drops to meet Link's properly. He folds his hands on the counter with a polite smile.

He wonders, briefly, if the Ringmaster ever actually signs anyone up from the places they visit and not just wayward souls who slip in between the cracks.

"I was looking for something light to eat, but if you are busy I don't mind serving myself." And he really doesn't, but not being part of the kitchen staff means he's not always as welcome to get in the way of the backend of everything.

"Welcome, by the way, if no one has given you a proper greeting yet." And he doesn't doubt they have, either, but he'll defer on the side of 'polite'.