The Zangali ducks through the entrance and ambles up to the bar. Neven sits at the bar, a drink in front of him and a vacant expression on his face. Urfkgar thumps a fist down on the bar and says loudly, "Urf want juice. No stupid no gooderer juice. Urf want gooderer juice." Neven is jolted back to the present as the Zangali enters; he looks over Urfkgar carefully, before a look of recognition dawns on his face. He waves to Urf, "You're that person from the advertisement for the New Luna militia, Urf." Neven draws himself up, his face hardens as he nods slowly, "Yes I want to do Marine stuff."