J.C. listened in on the newcomer talking to the barkeep. He laughed at the request. J.C. shifted down a few stools near the newcomer, and imposed himself into the conversation, simply because it seemed to be the most interesting thing going on at the moment.
"Ask a one eyed man what he's seen? Now that is a brilliant strategy." J.C. paused and looked over at Shen. "No offense." And then went back to the newcomer. "Shen here is the more didn't ask, didn't see. The stoic type, you know. It'd put a hurt on his business if people thought he had loose lips. At least that's how I've always seen him, you don't go spreading my business, do you Shen?" J.C. eyed the barkeep for a moment. Then just went back to the newcomer again without waiting for Shen to answer. "Besides, if anyone came here on the run, they'd probably have enough sense to make sure the barkeep wouldn't recognize them. Now, if it was me, and I knew I was being followed, the only reason I'd stop at a place like this would be to leave someone here to call me if anyone came looking or pay someone to encourage anyone following me to stop looking, if you catch my meaning, but that's just me I suppose." J.C. moved back to his stool a bit further down the bar and took a sip of his drink and went back to watching the crowd. J.C. scanned the groups, trying to see if any groups seemed too interested in the newcomer, if his theory was right and anyone here was set to discourage trackers, it would probably end in a bar fight at the very least, and those were always fun.