The pimply manager from behind the counter, starts shooting annyoyed looks at the rear of the establishment. Comptons already had a run in with him, and the pencil-necked twerp would ove nothing more than to have an excuse to have the cops called in on him. The acrid smell comming from the area is most likely what's tipping him off. Unfortunatly there's a fre back there, and he can't just go throwing people out. It might be that skaggy looking biker bitch after all.