Rook half-turned as he headed for the door, when he heard the shout. Reflexively, his rigid fingers twitched as he assessed the danger, before he remembered that he was in a Goddamn bar. The Metalflesh internally kicked himself, and his brow furrowed as the Beast came dashing over.
"Is there something we can help you with?" the Constable said, in a tone that strongly implied the other person should answer 'no'.