He's not sure how this is going to work out. Maybe he should have chosen somewhere other than the Eagle and Asp. Church isn't known for his ability to keep his mouth shut. And all he wants is a drink with someone who is much less complicated than most people here.

He turns up to the bar, wearing the jeans and knitted sweater he'd bought the other day with Delta's help. It seemed appropriate. Mostly unarmed, although there's a couple of knives tucked away where he can easily reach them. That's a habit that isn't going away anytime soon.

He pulls his helmet off when he gets inside, although the scarf stays on, and he scans the room. Delta is already there, over by the bar, and he offers a wave and a smile before heading over.

"Hey. Glad you made it. Hope it wasn't too much trouble."