Another child; it felt like a slap in the face, along with the news of another Luke Skywalker. He returned the drink to the barkeeper, and waved off the offer of another. Reaching into his pocket -- slowly, he could feel the eyes on him, but he was unafraid of pickpockets -- he retrieved the necessary credits to pay for his slight inebriation. It was time to go; he'd found out enough for now. More than enough. He could feel quiet anger surging just beneath the surface, and anyone around him who held the slightest Force sensitivity would have realized something was amiss.
"Nothing ever changes," he agreed, pushing himself to standing. Two drinks wasn't enough to put him down; it wasn't even enough to make him wobble. He felt pleasantly warm, and he knew if he went further he would only lose control all the more spectacularly. "Everything still disappoints."
He said nothing further, letting his steps carry him back out through the cantina and into the night air. Whether he'd left the man confused or not, Kylo didn't care; he had too much to ruminate on after this little exchange. Also, he'd been out of contact for possibly too long; Snoke was probably looking for him. The favored son of the First Order had been let off his leash and who knows what trouble he was getting himself into.
Kylo headed straight back for his ship, but his pace was less held less alacrity than his superiors might have liked.