"Oh?" Quackshot looked back at Niklas. "No, no one is bothering me as far as I know. Thank you for the offer, though. You are a very kind man, as are the Dustin Brothers, very kind men. Things are always battling me for my attention, it seems." 

He drained his stein. 

"It's a habit I picked up when I was just a fledgling doctor. The old crones and condors always harped about being hyper-alert to one's surroundings. Something about being ready to swoop in to help a patient, but they used a lot of old-timey slang from long before any of us in this bar were born." 

He set the stein before him and asked, "Could I get another, please? Thank you."