Satisfied that violence wasn't absolutely imminent, Marius relaxed marginally and turned his attention back to Ambrose. He did find he was missing the days of having Foalan working security though. Most of his staff weren't so literally hot.
There was no answer regarding Foxx, so either he didn't know or he wasn't telling, which amounted to the same thing. There was no reason she'd be there over anywhere else, anyway.
"A menu? Yeah, I think we still have a few of those somewhere. Hang on."
He headed back towards the bar. Once there, he did another round of drinks for the crisis table, adding a brandy for Y'Roden and another glass for Rachel. Then he went back to Ambrose with one of each menu.
"Here we go. This one," he passed across a flat datapad, "is our food and drink menu. It's more than my job's worth not to recommend the Squirrel on a Stick, but it's at my discretion to say I recommend you stay away from the Flaming Redheads. One of those will slam your head into the wall. Probably repeatedly. This one," he slid across something that looked like a round black ashtray, with buttons on it, "is a holographic menu of our... entertainments. You can make your own selections from either system, and they'll be booked in or delivered."
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