The smile surprises him; it's not the sort of expression people direct his way. Although she is certainly not the first in this place, so perhaps it's simply a custom here. Or perhaps being open and welcoming is normal; it's not like Bucky has a baseline for any kind of normalcy.

"I don't mind." Parting the crowd that is; even without the help of their Jewels, he knows he presents an imposing figure. Sansa will be able to follow easily in his wake, and he doesn't think she'll do him harm by being at his back. "Stay close to me."

Fortunately, though the crowd here may not have the respect they might get in a Blood establishment, they do respect a quiet word and the gentle push through. They make it to the table soon enough, where Bucky will again position himself between her and the others in the establishment, automatically acting the guard. "If you're planning on coming back to this street tomorrow, we should come to this shop again. Make our faces known as helpful." Or, if not that, at least spend some of the coin from the palace; money is a sure way of gaining some regard.