Graham had just finished his burger when the grumpy man walked in. He had seen the type before, the type that think that the only rule of the wastes is that someone is always out to get you. Excellent back in the merchant days as they would always buy out your stock of ammo but no fun for expeditions. Closer inspection noted the fact he had his hands right next his guns. Graham, never a big fan of being caught off guard placed his shotgun on his lap and went back to inspecting the device.
He only managed a few more minutes of this however as some more wanderers had just walked in. To well armed for drifters, no sign of a merchant cart. Either bandits or mercenaries, neither a good sign when there aren't many guards around. Slipping the device into one of his more discreet pockets Graham got a good grip on his shotgun.
For now the mob was just keeping to themselves but nobody could tell how long they had before someone got shot. As Graham was preparing to pay and leave one of the men approached him and blocked his way. "Now friend, why don't you sit down for a while. Can't have a possible meal ticket leaving, can we?" growled the most likely bandit.
"Well then I suggest you watch what you do for the next few minutes."
"You threatening me creep?"
"No, I'm warning you that there are at least two people here capable of causing serious damage to your group." With this Graham gestured to "old-guy" and "sword freak". "Book worm" seemed busy.