Ramon has taken the bottle of vodka from the bartender and put it down on a table, along with his gun. He nods at the two Mary Anne introduces, making sure to look particularly derisive of the loud one - he'll be the trigger for all of this.

'Let them. They'll need all the help they can get.' He glances at Mary Anne. 'Translate that for them, will you?'

He absolutely refuses to leave here without burying his knife in someone. His fingers are itching for it and though he might look calm on the outside, inside he just wants to see someone's blood.