Jazz walked into the cafe. Looking a little messy, mostly from volcanic rock and ash, the normal stuff that comes with being around lava, and perhaps a little-- miffed. He then walked up the bar and asked for his normal while leaning his back against bar. Shark's optics power up a smidge, "Meh." he mutters, evidently not too talkative by such a simple statement. There are a few empty mugs on the table, he must have been drinking here awhile. Jazz then takes a step, "Meh huh? Must be somethin' real bad." He says softly and calmly as he takes a sip. "Ya know, Jazz is all audios ta listen."