Clif looked up at David, almost surprised before calming. "Well, shuuure! Ain' no thing that Wolfie's outta kill me, and we got a walking carpet in our bar and this dude in black. Don' mind visitors," he said, indicating Roger Claymore, "But I ain' sure yet 'bout the rest of these boys. Hey now! Got yerself some wine," Clif raised his bottle of beer, "Here's to it! 'Nother day in Alcatraz."