Ajax strolled through the establishment and sat at the bar, eyeing the foreigner draped head to toe in colorful cloth. Nothing against him, really, it just bothered Ajax a little bit when things he broke were put back together in his presence. Even when he specifically hadn't tried to render them completely unusable. It felt wrong, if for no other reason that he had become accustomed to his touch, so speak, being rather final. His life had quite literally depended on it for many, many years. As he waited for his meal he focused his attention on the little spat between the tiny psyker and the so-called assassin turned ally.

Acting as though Regina wasn't right there, he adressed Isabeau. Primarily because the issues he saw were on her end rather than the halfling's. "You know, children aren't my thing but you should try to enjoy yourself before heading off to die. Food, drink, good company, whatever else you want to do. Following a duty is fine but it should not be all there is to life".