"It was a rhetorical question."  Bristled Ethelsen, scowling at the large man before easing back in her seat and hugging her empty cup to her chest with both arms.

Scout was ushered downstairs by an impatient Thorn and found his way over to join Barrett at the bar.  He was rather dishelved now, his hair sticking up at a few odd angles and his shirt rumpled and untucked.  After taking a seat he tucked it back into his pants and synched up the belt again, seeming a bit more relaxed now and going a full five minutes without elbowing Barrett in the ribs that just asked for a fight.