Salem watches, first cautiously, then admiringly, as Myitt takes charge of the cutting operation. She seems... not entirely sober, but she also seems to know what she's doing nearly on muscle memory, so the odds of her blowing herself up or whatever are probably pretty low.
He turns away when the torch starts up, staring back at the bar itself, and walks to stand beside Guppy. He'd love to see Myitt's technique and the behavior of something as exotic as Yeerk living metal, but unfortunately he only has the one face shield. "Guess I'd better look away," he mutters to Guppy in a joking tone. "Otherwise she's going to need to make me a set of eyes too."
As Myitt cuts, Salem watches the shadows dance and flicker on the side of the bar, in the light of the torch. "So," he says conversationally, and a little awkwardly, to Guppy, "what is it brings you to a place like this?"
He feels it when the ripple appears. The strange parting in the air, and the vibrating, crackling, buzzing sensation of power that emanates from the other side. Something at once familiar and terrifying... it's a little like the sensation he gets from the bar, from this whole little region of space and time. And yet part of the reason it's so jarring is because this sensation is so radically different.
"The hell...?" he mutters, turning to look in the direction he's pretty sure corresponds. The raw energy of the thing, and the weird shock of distortion it sends through reality, are already disappearing. Soon they've gone, and all that's left is an aura.
A... disturbingly familiar aura. An aura that feels, somehow, inviting. Warm. Friendly. It's not a sense of warmth he trusts one iota. Some bizarre offshoot of this sense.
This is one of the only auras, aside from Rathien's, he suspects he might know for who it is. A moment later, his eyes resolve a figure walking across the shipyard, and his suspicions are confirmed. Mar.
"****," he murmurs. His wide eyes flick from Mar to Myitt and back again.
"Huh," says Al. "Age results in power in the grigori world. That's pretty neat. A lot of societies value their elders very highly, but usually it's just because death is such a thing for mortals. Like, the oldest ones are the ones who've gotten really good at not dying or whatever." He shrugs. "I don't really get it, but you know what they say." He completely fails to clarify before continuing. "It's not often you find a society where power and age are intrinsically tied. Do they just... like, absorb the energy of the universe as time go on? And while we're at it, were you... like, not a full being before being... eh... fused?" He frowns. "I'm not really sure what's properly P.C. terminology in this case." He beams. "Let me know if I say anything too offensive!"
He sighs as he watches the man in the swim trunks' growing pile of food. "Man, that's not normal," he says, before turning back to William. He grimaces and rubs his own neck. "For what it's worth, your... current iteration... as it were... seems to be a good one." He grins. "Fun, at least." He tosses back the last of his martini, swaying only slightly, and waves for the bartender. "Refill that drink for you?" he asks William.