[ Not that he's been gawking the whole time or anything, but while he's waited for Fai to soften up on a couple pints, he's taken notice of where his gaze darts to the most: toward the door. Doesn't paint the most informative profile in the world, though, really, because Reno's just the same when he isn't scoping out the people that're already here—he's practically got one eye on the door and the other working overtime.

Can't help it. ]

Same. Just got in a couple days ago, thought my best bet'd be the bar and haven't been disappointed yet. By the people, anyway. Beer could use some work.

[ Straight reekwater, but that doesn't stop him from flagging the bartender to get himself a cup for himself, if only so he has something to do with his hands. Sitting and talking without a drink in front of you is basically a crime. ]

You hear anything interesting yet? Something other than the buzz about busted fridges, I mean. Sick of hearing that one. God damn, just hire a repairman, it ain't hard.