Axel rose an eyebrow at the long chain of unfortunate events, his sapphire blue eyes glinting in slight concern for the first waitress. Pushing it through the back of his mind, the fighter glanced up at the new waitress and nodded his consent. "No worries. I'm fine for now. Thanks." He accepted the mint tea, wrapping his bandaged hands around the hot mug and taking a slow, favorable sip. He loved tea, and despite being seen as a cocky, skilled fighter in the underground, Axel often wondered what would have happened if he, instead, created a tea shop instead of a Fight Club.

"Is that lady alright?" His voice was curious, and slightly concerned, and Axel glanced back down towards the staff-only door.