Jamie has managed - somehow - to find a table, and has claimed two of the chairs from it. One he's sitting on, and the other has his feet propped up on it.

He's happily working on a tankard of ale, and watching the crowd, although his attention does keep wandering from them to his surroundings. He seems quite pleased with them. Maybe it's because for once, he doesn't look somewhat out of place in his kilt.