[ well, well. what do we have here? Jade recognizes this man stalker, stalker as one of the Defense Force members, and recognizes his activity as less the social type of drinking than the drowning-sorrows type. settles himself down on a barstool nearby, yet not so close as to seem like he's intruding on the other man's grief, and orders a drink of his own.
perhaps Hughes will start a conversation; perhaps that duty will fall to him. but Jade waits for a moment to see. what kind of drunk are you, anyway, Hughes ]