Corliss watches Mar get up and walk over to the stranger. He shakes his head.
<What's the matter, you don't like making new friends?> his host Michael asks.
<Not really,> Corliss murmurs. But, he sighs and gets up anyway. <Could use another Bass ale, though.>
<'Ey, that's my liver you're abusing, you know.>
Corliss steps up to the bar and asks the bartender for another beer, room temp. He takes the glass and sits down, a few seats down from Mar and Zarris, drinking and glancing around nonchalantly.