[He's pretty patient. Takes in the answer (the little waver in the voice, the little glint of light in the eye that may or may not be reflecting off the lights in the bar) with a little tick of a brow but little else. The sentiment, though—he snorts.]

Yeah, sure. They seem like real reasonable bunch. Bet they're real busy working up a statement on the error of their ways. "We sincerely regret any trouble our actions may have caused—"

[This is mildly put but very wry, trailing off as the masses in question punctuate the bad joke with another raucous cheer...but at least one that stays in its own corner, for now. If nothing else, the scuffle has managed to clear out this corner of the bar. Made less interesting to the masses than the shifting of the score on the monitors, given how quickly Juno had settled the matter.

Still, after a beat, he tips his head toward the nearest empty barstool.]

Mind if I sit?