"Hmm." Primo nodded, and poured the last of the kanar for himself. A klingon brawler jostled the table and sent his plate with its small pieces of octopus to the floor where it broke with a crack. The empty bottle of kanar followed soon after. Its departure was met with ambivalence. The violence around them received less than that. He finished his drink and then hurled the glass into the brawl with seeming carelessness. The glass flew amidst the combatants and struck one on the cheek, the glass shattering just so that the shards would then enter and shred the eye.<br/><br/>"None whatsoever." The Augment replied to the hybrid woman's inquiry.