The coffee grinder in a corner of the bar whirled to life on its own, as if it could hear the new customer's order. It took only a minute between that and a cup of steaming black coffee for the new arrival. "I see this is your first time here, Miss? Well, I hope you have a good time. If anyone is bothering you," he eyed the dragon amoeba, "just tell me about it."

John turned to the other newcomer. "That sounds exciting, at least! So what does that make you? An assassin? A bounty hunter?" He took a brief moment to check a panel under the bar, which told him that the generator is running just fine, don't worry about me. "We do serve food, of course. Anything you want in particular?"

For his too-loyal customer Ziggletrox the Destroyer, he barely noticed his hand serving the drink. Must be the millonth time he did it by this point.