The resident psychic didn’t feel any fear amongst the crowd,  at least no more then was expected their was nervousness emanating from a few of the patrons.  None of the patrons though seemed to be beyond the state of quiet agitation.  Psychic probing didn’t seem to be an affective way to deal with the crowd.<br/><br/>While the bartender handed out beverages various beverages.  He was an old grizzled fellow,  though he looked to still have a bit of fire in his eyes and there was a rather prominent bulge at his hip,  it was obviously created by a rather large energy pistol.  His foot was tapping a bit on the floor as the drawl of music played over the crowd,  he leaned forward a bit eying each of the strangers with interest.  “What brings you’re kind to Xephon 05”  He said while polishing a dirty looking glass.  “Don’t get many visitors round these parts?”<br/><br/>(Adrian Regains a breath point.)<br/>