Gerald set down his drink and looked towards the floor, watching the fight. Of course Junior's "pennyworths," as Gerald called them - after all, they were only worth pennies - were no match. Gerald never really put much stock into them, not even when he was a trembling 11 year old walking into the bar for the first time. 

"Up to you." Gerald shrugged, his economical sense ticking. "We're not getting paid to fight, so I don't really see a point to it, but if you're in the mood for a brawl then by all means." 

Adder could of course use her gauntlets, but Gerald would be fighting using his dust chambered guns. Dust was expensive. If he was going to fight, he would definitely need to bill the owner of this place for the price of equipment spent. And then there was the issue of any of the expendable grenades he might use...

Wait, since when was he a responsible adult who cared about saving money?