Gideon looked up and over at Crow as he approached and responded to his question, waving back.

"No, I just got up. Couldn't even see where it came from myself."

Gideon was fond of the [i]biergarten[/i], he had become a regular several months ago when he chose to setup a more permanent residence in the village. They had better food and drink than most Gideon knew in the area, and he often gave Max and his crew a first chance to bargain on stuff he managed to find that he didn't already have buyers for. He figured that they could use some of the things he found more than he or people outside of The Zone, and marks were marks regardless of whether or not they came from the hand of people within or without The Zone.

He passed by Crow casually and proceeded over the threshold into the bar and lounge. He saw several patrons already at tables, with a crowd particularly gathered around an Aussie (by his accent, anyway) he didn't recognize, probably some merc going off on another escapade. He'd seen more than a few pass through even in his time here.

He saw Max at the bar cleaning pint glasses and casually waved as he leaned up to the bar and took a seat on one of the old stools, he slipped his pack off to lean against the bar by his legs.

"Morning Max, what have you got on the menu today?"