Mark only glanced when the men rushed Len. He knew his friend was more than capable of taking care of himself and if help was needed, which it wouldn't be, it'd be made clear. Mark grabbed a napkin from a nearby table and cleaned off some blood from his hands. Still, one patron was trying to get the upper hand. Mark made sure to personally escort him out of the bar by grabbing him up, making sure to snap a couple of fingers as a parting gift, and throwing him out of the door.
Waltzing over to bar, he answered, "Yeah, scotch. Neat, please." He took the seat next to Len, noting his mouth, "I'd say that was a pretty successful run."