MacCready shook his head, face scrunched a little like it was no big deal. Shit happened sometimes. Maybe to other people it'd be super distressing, but he'd seen way worse on a regular basis than some guy covered in blood. Really, if his gun didn't seem to draw any weird attention he didn't think this would.

He led Percy into the café. "Grab a seat. I'll get us a bottle. Red? White? Pink?" He didn't know a lot about wine beyond that it came with weird words. He didn't particularly care where they sat, but it was gonna be telling where and how the new guy chose to sit.