Andrew had a blank expression. He had heard what the barkeep and what Max had said, but he didn't respond immediately. He stared at the counter, mesmerized by the events of the day. "I'm not a coward. I'm not a coward. I can do this, can't I?" Andrew had been drilling the thought into his head. "Oh. Yeah I'll have some Rindsrouladen...." he said to the Barkeep as he took a sip from his own drink. "When this is empty I'll be sure to buy a bottle. I'm gonna need it." Andrew turned to see which table that Max had been pointing at, and guessed which one had been Max because he caught a man eyeing him. When Andrew turned back around he discovered that the Barkeep had gone and was shouting into the kitchen. He presumed it was for his order, or partly at any rate. How long had he turned around to see where Max was? Andrew didn't know, he was still in shock from the previous events and had lost all sense of time. "Anyway, where you people headed after you filled up?" the Barkeep had asked nobody in particular. Andrew looked around the bar again, still afraid that one of these thugs would pull a gun on him. The scene from [i]Star Wars[/i] where the wanted criminal threatened Luke played through his mind. He took a moment to compose himself again before talking. "Well, Max is the one who knows who I need to talk to and where I'm heading. Or so I'm told."