"Sure it is," Vax agreed. He moved to take Percy's pack and sling it over his own far shoulder (not daring nor wanting to reach for the bizarre gun). He was in no way mother-henning, as he pushed his bare shoulder and arm under Percy's to brace at the stumbling gunslinger. He'd just rather not have to carry his friend the whole of the way upstairs.

"This way to check-in," he steered carefully. "You look rough around the edges, if through the haze of wine. Did you just come away from the Thordak fight?"