The martial artist had been intently eyeing the duo as they played their game of bar pool as he sipped on his tequila, having switched from shots of the drink to full on glasses of it. The man's tolerance for alcohol was certainly very impressive, seeing as how he'd been drinking the incredibly strong liquor with seemingly no ill effects. Kamille wasn't doing so well though, as he seemed completely shitfaced after sipping on the adult kool-aid that Karako had fed him. Yin would have to make Kamille man up later if the kid stayed around for longer. He swore on his pride as a defender of earth's best friend: alcohol. At that moment in time, Yin's thoughts drifted back to the Betas commander he'd fodderized as he entered the bar. Yeah, he'd have to drop a mountain on him too at some point, assuming some schmuck didn't hijack a mobile suit and sniped the guy out of the air before he had a chance to actually go through with the act. At that moment he was snapped to attention by Karako sitting down next to him. 

" Kid really can't hold his liquor, can he?" He asked, shooting a glance towards kamille, who seemed to have broken out into some weird interpretive dance mix between doing the robot and having an epileptic seizure. The martial artist raised an eyebrow at Kamille's dance skills, wondering if it was normal for Adult Kool-aid to make people dance in weird fashions. "That shit normal when you guys drink that?" He queried, pointing a finger at the dancing Kamille.

At that point Karako asked the question of who the mech outside belonged to...something which made Yin beam with pride. "Ha...talking 'bout my GodZanger, are ya?" Yin stood up as he said this and walked over to Kamille, unable to tolerate his dancing any longer. "If yer gonna dance, at least dance when yer hopped up on Man's best friend." A hand shot out towards Kamille's shoulder and dragged him into a headlock before shoving the Tequila he was drinking down his throat.

If people were gonna get drunk, they were gonna do it right, damnit.