[i]That table, funnily enough, was belonging ti both Jack and the Marshal. Jack just chuckled when the poor sod came crashing through the oakwood while JT just scowled at the figure, sending him fleeing in terror as either man stood, walked over to Wilson, and sat on either side of Courier Six. "You could've asked," Treyman jokingly replied as JT flashed two of his robotic fingers to the barista who had the drinks for JT and Treyman, before she walked back into the back. [/i]