Jason patted down his hair, his helmet having left it frazzled. He took a quick glance around the bar. *two others. Kinda dead for a new town." He had noticed the person following him in. *Another biker, Packed light, must be new here.* His eyes then flicked over to the girl a few tables over. "Intresting. She thinks she's keeping that shovel hidden." He made sure his guns were in hands reach, then begun struming a light rythem on his guitar, waiting for his drink to come in. *Possible trackers, who knows. Might just have to keep an eye on them.*