"Well, uh, right now it's mostly just me," Cal admits. "But my kneecaps are fine. I don't have to stick around and fight when I can shake them up and run away."

There was also the teensy little complication that, while Cal was armed, he didn't like drawing his weapon if he could help it. Any variety of plasma sword could be intimidating, but getting caught waving one around would be bad news for him. And in the dark like this, it would stand out just as much as a flashlight would. The smarter option would be not to carry it around at all, but Cal was more concerned with protecting the lightsaber than he was with using it.

Cal hops down to stand on the balcony, his expression brightening. "If you're offering to come with me, I don't mind the help... that is, if you don't have to stick close to the bar right now."