Meeting up with the group on the way, Bob decided it was time to have a little prebattle fun. Nudging Jean-Baptiste slightly, he shifts into his idiot facade. "So these are our buddies, eh comrade~~?" Without breaking eye contact, he slowly motions over to Katrina and Ian, his voice upbeat and almost singing. Upon noticing a lack of response, Bob decided to try another approach....
"One of them looks so scruffy...but what a wonderfully pretty man next to him! I wonder what he puts in his hair? My hair is so dry lately. The battlefield is a horrible place for hair, comrade." The (only slightly) passive aggressive rant came out of nowhere, and continued until Jean-Baptiste looked less amused and more ready to murder Bob if he kept going. Hair products...yeah. He'd totally get a foot in that business once he was rich.