"Hey, wherever you're most comfortable," says Leon. His main thing when it comes to choosing seating arrangements is liking to be able to see all the entrances and exits - which started life as an affectation after watching too many gunslinger movies and rapidly became entirely justified after Raccoon City - but there's booths that fulfill that particular criteria. "But thanks for the concern."

Wherever Lev chooses to take a seat, he'll follow, willing to relax his usual seating requirements just a little in light of the fact that he's likely not the only one keeping his eyes out for trouble in a place like this. Once they're both settled, he flags down a barmaid and orders a bourbon on the rocks, before nodding to Lev.

"Pick your poison. My treat."