"As long as you're buying." One of the two said and called for the bored barman, who was trying to stay out of their business.
After securing McClintock and putting him out of sight, Selina saw through the window that things were going more or less as planned. Trevor was busy outdrinking the two sailors, among hostile looks mostly from their end.
Everything fine, except that McClintock's bag was nowhere to be seen.
Selina didn't have time to look for it before there was a new arrival. A tall, lean but very muscular man, he had white hair and goatee despite looking to be more in his forties, or maybe he just had aged very well, with a rough and hard-edged handsomeness. The black patch covering a missing eye only enhanced his ruggedness.
"There you are, you pair of idiots." The man said, standing by the table and positively looming over Trevor.
"C-captain!!" The two sailors stood up very quickly and very sharply.
"Where's... our friend?" The newcomer said, not taking his eye from Trevor. His accent was very indeterminate, the inflections of a man who has seen the world, and lived to tell about it.
"He... ah... left with a redhead..."
The man narrowed his eye.
"Captain Slade Wilson of the Ravager." He extended a hand towards Trevor. "And you are...?"Germany
The blades came through the roof as a surprise to everyone, even the ductile villainess, who couldn't quite manage to flow out of the way and took a very nasty scratch.
"You will pay for that!" She screamed and just... flowed out of the window, leaving the wheel back under Brunel's control.
Kirsten was joined by the undulating form that quickly solidified to launch an attack of her own, a roundhouse punch that connected heavily and tried to follow through, the arm encircling the monster hunter like a snake.