"I'm a man with simple needs, mate." Joey quietly replied to Drew, struggling to keep a straight face after witnessing Vanahara's metaphorical balls of steel. Were this any other tense bar scenario, his mouth would've hung agape, and out it would've spewed excited jeers and over-exaggerated cheering to really instigate the situation. 

Instead, he kept his expressions and mannerisms calm and stoic. He didn't want to be the one blamed by the group for "starting the elementally-assisted bar brawl". Drew nudged at him as he tried defusing the situation. It was clear the situation was only growing tenser. Joey was sure to keep his hands on the table. No need to make an obvious scene of sliding his hands towards his weapons. So, he continued to play with his coin. He realized the glint of the metal could've contradicted Drew's bluff, and this only made him more anxious. 

"Yeah, there ain't nothing on us, mate. Jog on." Joey piped up, his legs growing restless. By this point, he was just raring to go.