[ He frowns at the Kresnik comment, squinting at him, but doesn't say anything. He probably isn't wrong to a point, though that's probably more of his fault than anything else.

Not that it particularly matters, right now.

It takes a few moments after Rideaux complains about the lack of an actual bar around before Julius also pushes off the wall, rubbing his left arm. ]

True, but I did see some at the mart that's relatively cheap, if you can stomach lowering your standards for a few hours.

[ He is absolutely not offering to pay, though. He might feel bad, but he's not being that friendly. ]