If she were aware of the identity of the man sitting in the tea house, she would have undoubtedly fussed and fought more with the owner who shooed and ushered her to sit at the table next to him. She'd intended simply to stop for something before she went out for a training session...but evidently she'd arrived just as the tea shop was at its rush. She could see a couple of other open seats in the house that were not so close to other patrons, but presumably those were already reserved for other people. Or the owner had reason to believe she was somehow associated with the older man sitting near to her, but as she didn't recognize him at all, that was vanishingly unlikely.

His injuries and the way he sat indicated he was most likely an old, retired ninja, rather than one of the tea house's civilian clientele, but there were enough other nin in the building that she wouldn't have been stuck near to him simply by virtue of them both having had the same profession in life.

It probably didn't bear thinking about. She was displeased that she was encroaching on the old shinobi's space...but there seemed no overt intentions behind it other than space conservation...so the best thing to do would be to give the man a respectful and quiet nod, and turn her attention to waiting on the server. The sooner that she finished, the sooner she could leave the quiet man in whatever peace he may have wanted.