Molly. He'd been headed directly for the bar to find a bottle of something to squirrel away in his room with. He wasn't a champion drinker by any means, but today he could use something strong to rinse his mouth and soothe his nerves. But Molly... She might know more about whatever in all the hells was happening here. Or how to guard against it.

Vax turned once he'd spotted her, deciding it was safe as it could get with so few people in the bar, and smiled softly as he took a stool beside her. "Promise I'm not here to go all hands on you," he reassured her. He'd endured enough of that already. "I only wanted to ask if you and your magic are faring any better than the rest of us."