Ash strides through bar entrance with his waitcoat collar pulled up over his jaw; and stops for a moment to take in the scene before him. An unusually large crowd seemed to be occupying the bar, with all of the tables already taken and only a few small gaps among the constantly bickering pilots at the bar.
He quickly moves into one of the gaps at the bar and orders a Bretonia Scotch; Not taking notice of the few people around him that paused their conversations to instantaniousley judge his appearance; before returning to their pointless jabbering.
He looks down the bar to see a news paper panel idle upon the bar surface; and he signals to the bartender. It's not long before the panel slides down the bar towards him and he begins to read.