Ben grabs his hat brim down further over his face, and reaches for his glass, which he hasn't finished yet, and doesn't want to leave it.

When he stands, the bartender starts hurrying over but Ben waves a hand. "We paid in advance," he says, and replaces that hand around Ibani's shoulders, turning towards the door.

Just as the Rodian comes flying against the bar, inches away from where he was sitting.