Jefferson apparently didnt want to answer the actual question, but rather distracted to mock whoever that woman at the bar was. Turning his head around he saw Brennan at the bar in some leather jacket wich saw its best days long ago.
Why Jefferson judged people for their clothes though was beyond him. If you think so Captain. This time he didn't try to hide his bad mood, not like anyone cared anyways.
Taking another shot of whisky while finishing his ale he looked around who else arrived but no one really drew his attention.
So back to the whisky.
