Army, [he says, shrugging like it's no big deal.] Back before I had short hairs, I spent a little time in Diaz's Second Cavalry. Then, years later, just when you think you done dying for some pig—

[Spotting the waitress rounding in on them, he trails off mid-sentence, grinning suddenly. He even sits a little straighter, and—having left himself entirely at Niko's mercy by ordering the "same again"—pauses to stare at his own glass for half a beat.

When she's well out of earshot, he relaxes again, shoulders slumping.]

Four arms. [There's a quiet snuff as he sighs through his nose. Apparently the conversation has shifted again, because he then subtly thumbs in her direction.] You ever...?