The banging doors drew the Barkeep's attention. He was still unused to all these buildings having manual door, forgetting that his makeshift saloon did not have an AI.

"Careful with that!" He called from his side of the room. "I don't want these doors to break, even though technically they ain't mine." He rested his arms on the counter. "But this place belongs to all of us, so by proxy, they are belong to me as well. And I don't want no trouble in any place of mine."

By the time he was done rambling, Gaston was already seated and waiting for his ale, which soon was given to him. "I'm takin' that the past few days haven't been kind to you either? Where were you, anyway? It's been dull here with almost everyone gone."