Now they had a bawling woman at their table. There wasn't much that would make a ton of people turn and look quite like an attractive young woman crying in the presence of two one scruffy, mostly unshaven thug (and his friend with perfect hair).
The look he gave Mark was exasperated. Who was the bastard now, Mark?
"Shit. Comfort her or something." He said, motioning that Mark should put his arm around her because patting her like a strange dog didn't seem to be doing much.