It's the spiky green, broad bodied Decepticon femme from the booth in the corner who looks back at him with raised brow ridge as she wipes herself off. "Yeah... sure."

Shaking her head, she turns toward another customer, one hand going out to pat the big black dog who is now laying on the bar as she passes him.

"I don't see any glitches..." says Sheol.

Kia just reaches over and pat pats him, hoping that it will help somehow.