Cotton wondered if Deserae understood a single word he said. Looking at her when she had that blank look on her face. But, once she pointed out two other Lost Ones moving through the crowd, he figured she could handle herself. That didn't mean he wouldn't keep an alert eye out. As she walked away, all he could hope for was that she'd be careful and had heard at least something that might save her if things got heated.

Jake turned around once she made her way to the bookie and began talking to him. He lost Minato and Knox in the crowd just as quickly as they were pointed out. Cursing under his breath, he waded through the crowd. Being low profile in this crowd was somewhat like his experiences in Europe during Operation Titanfall. Just, a lot less people. Instead of keeping alert of enemies within this crowd, it was foggy woodlands praying not to get killed by a sniper's bullet or blown to pieces by some land mine. This situation was much more preferable. 

A few girls eyed him, made a pass at him but he brushed them all off. His gaze fell onto one of the two guys he was looking for. Knox at a table, with a blonde chatting next to him. Smiling and laughing. He moved closer and then made out the face of the girl. He didn't know her name, but he knew her face. A smooth talking gangster the way he looked at it. That kid stood no chance and he needed an out immediately before he did something stupid and got himself or someone else killed. However, he needed to do it in a way not to come off as a Lost One. He already told her he wouldn't join a gang, so why would that kid's life matter to him regardless? Quickly scanning the area he found Minato standing by the railing. 

Cotton got into his line of sight and made a quick gesture over to the table, indicating Knox was with Angel and in need of a lot of help. Jake trotted casually up to the bar and sat, casting a look over his shoulder to Knox. He placed down some cash onto the counter.

"A Jack on the rocks." He said to the bartender who went to work quick. Jake wanted to reach for his cigarettes but resisted the urge for the moment.

When the bartender slid the drink over to him, he took hold and walked to that table.

"What are you doing with our friend here, blondie?" Loud enough for both of them to here, then looking over to Knox. "This one is real cunning. You should probably be careful. Always wants something from the men she talks to." Cotton forced himself to chuckle and give a bit of a smile to seem friendly and not like he was here on purpose. He hoped Minato would take the signal he gave and get here real quick.

If both of them were this stupid it was going to be a long night. Cotton took a quick gulp, letting that liquid slither down his throat and sink into his veins like venom. "Can I get you a drink?" He asked Angel.