"It's not assault. It's justice. You can't arrest a tool in the war." Lance replied to the heroine.

"And you." he pointed a chair leg at Jack. "Pay your damned bills, slacker, or I'll be back to kick your ass even harder."

Dropping the chair leg, he walked back and chugged his mug of coffee. If there was one thing that pissed him off, it was punks who didn't know the value of a dollar, or a yen, or whatever mooncurrency they used here. Also other things, but those other things weren't here right now. They were outside, waiting for him to come and mow them down.
Digging into his wallet, he pulled out the six hundred and fifty yen, plus tip, and left it on the counter, beef bowl untouched.

"If you youngsters are done here, I'm headed out. Some of us have important things to do."