Oh. My. God. Do these...people not realize that they are fucking painting targets on their back, with the way they're talking? Leof just sits there, shaking his head, and downs the rest of his drink. He takes out his wallet, and sets down a ten on the counter, and puts his mug on top of it. Enough for his two drinks, and a few bucks for a tip for Al.<br/><br/>Leofwine was now quite torn. He wanted to have nothing to do with the loud people; maybe it was just because the one person went shooting his mouth off, and that just set off dominoes, but he was not fond of how everyone was reacting. If their was even one supernatural critter here, he imagined, everybody that's spoken out loudly is going to get marked.  All the same, Leofwine did want to do something, and knew he needed help.<br/><br/>"<em>If you're meeting here,</em>" he said,<span class="bbc_u"><em>quietly</em></span>, towards Diane. He was not looking at her, but instead, looking over his helmet, possibly for scratches or dents or something. "<em>Send me the spark notes, will ya? All this loud chatter is just going to draw out bad attention.</em>" He spoke calmly, casually, and people might be tempted to think he is not berating them for a complete lack of subtlety.  Realistically speaking, Diane's the only one who should really be able to hear his voice, considering how quiet he was.<br/><br/>"Mind watching my stuff, Diane?" he'd suddenly say aloud, in a normal tone of voice. "Gotta visit a stall." He said with a light chuckle as he stood up, and went off to the bathroom to take a piss.