"You lookin' for a chief?" He smiles and rests a hand on his chest. "You're lookin' at the current mayor of the town on Mars. If that ain't leader enough, I don't know what is."

It was a position he was very, very proud of. Only now, the citizens would have to elect a new mayor as the Barkeep was missing, and he had the suspicion that whoever would replace him would not be half as competent.

"Well, gettin' myself all tangled in local politics might count, but there's also all the gossip that naturally happens in a saloon. You know what I'm talkin' about, right? Who's gettin' with who, what relationships ain't workin' out, the usual. And as the owner, I can't help but get more involved with my customers. Never got a real complaint yet, so I think I'm doin' well."