"Mn. The...'ambiance' i'n't so bad right now," Jamie conceded, folding his arms on the table to lean on them as he surveyed the other tavern patrons. "'f anyone starts flipping over tables or throwing people through windows or something, though, I'm outta here." Nevermind that it was highly unlikely any altercation would get that far around here - Jamie made it a point to plan for the worst. Anything less was pointless optimism, in his opinion.